It’s always just been a series of short stories
Brief fables and amusing tales

One ends, tied together with a neat little bow
Another begins right after, the previous forgotten

Characters come and go in a few short minutes
And names are lost like pages in an open flame

A memory filled with a few short stories
But nothing meaningful in the end

I thought you’d be another short story
Your cover was so bright, so simplistic

But as I turned the pages more followed
You’re a novel that I just can’t put down

But maybe I’m tired of all the short stories
Maybe it’s time to sit down with a good book