The Ending Of A Book

Sometimes after finishing a book, I would lie motionless on my bed and think about the ending of the book. Seldom I would agree with the author and the manner in which he concluded the story. I would spend hours thinking about it, exploring new possibilities in which the book could have ended. I guess, I am not the only one doing this.

Where were you?

Where were you when I needed you the most ? 

Now your return,

When every blade of grass has lost its green and the sea its blue.

Come and stand upon the grave of a dream, 

Happiness forever lost.