Your stories are too long

I don’t have time to hear them

Don’t you know my days are numbered?

 

Your stories have too many unfinished

sentences crashing into each other until

they reach their unrevealing conclusions.

 

I can imagine perhaps your longing 

to communicate in a flow of sounds whatever

is passing through your mind at the very instant

it is passing, so is time.

 

Your stories make clear you are eternal

This bothers me

My days are numbered