short stories of our time

i read about crying in the rain and tears like broken water pipes
i knew about unsent letters and pictures kept
i remembered things like I love yous and words such as kisses in the dark
they are familiar to everyone, not just to me
and it is sad to learn of endings and excuses
but more depressing to know of the truth
because no matter how many times we turn the pages
they are just going to be stories
always one to two pages short
never a novel, even of the Russian kind
In this time, in this land, in this society

unless maybe some things change
and an author is brave enough to rewrite them
maybe make a thousand page tome for all those short stories
you and I have come to love