The White Space

by Cass Madden · 01/02/2026
Published 01/02/2026 18:03

The last sentence

doesn't end.

It just stops,

like the author

got tired,

like the ending

didn't matter

anymore,

like white space

was supposed

to be

enough.


I've read it

three times.

The period

is still

just

a period,

not a full stop,

not a conclusion,

not the thing

that lets me

close

the book

and feel

finished.


Weeks on my nightstand.

Weeks of promise.

Weeks of

someday I'll

read the last page

and feel

something.


Now I'm

at the last page

and I feel

nothing

except

the white space,

except

the blank

pages

after,

except

the back

cover,

except

the loss

of having

something

to read

at night.


I could

start

something

new.

There are books.

There are always

books.


But this one

was supposed

to be

the ending.

This one

was supposed

to finish

me.


Instead

it

just

stops.


I close it.

Open it.

Read the last sentence

again.

Still

doesn't

end.

#existential emptiness #lack of closure #reading obsession #unfinished narrative

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