The Story; The End

The day drug on.
Energy levels were low.
The rain continued to pour.

Books waited on the shelves.
Impetus was gone.
They'd still be there tomorrow.

Yet once inside the story,
a good and gripping story,
nothing could distract attention.

But then, the story would end.
Disappointing really.
Not the plot, but that it should end.
That writer and reader and characters must now part.

Therein may be the seed of hesitation;
reluctance to begin what must end,
Fickle relationships limited to page numbers.