Untouched.

It lies there
Untouched.
It's pages left unturned.
Not a soul cares for it until
A word is read.
More words fly off the page
Then soon,
You have emotions
Flying.
Word after word,
Page after page.
Your mind is flailing,
Desperate for escape of
The story that sucked you in.
All to quick,
The last of this gorgeous
Masterpiece is consumed,
And once again,
It lies there
And it has touched you.