Unwritten

Life is a finite set of chapters.
Each experience is variably long.
To you there is no clear start or end.
But after some time it becomes clear.

You see all the printed words.
They tell a story.
Is it how you remember it?
Completely?

What do empty characters tell you?
A lone title with no content.
Why is that?
What happened?

What was supposed to be in there?
What is this something that stopped it from happening?
This someone?
And you wonder about what would have been written.

You wonder if it would affect everything after it.
Does such an action have such a consequence?
All you can do is think,
About all that is unwritten.