My Dear Jay

Before my dreams of West Egg fade,
I’ll pen my final thoughts.
Before the setting sun does fall
Beyond the graceful yachts.

Your life was like a shooting star –
So brilliant yet so short.
I wouldn’t be consumed by flames -
And sought a safer port.

How hard you tried to lure me back
With life so fast and free
The dream of any other girl -
But I could only flee.

I might have thought that I could try -
If only for a day -
To join you in your life of dreams
Across the frothy bay.

But as it is – I’m far from there -
I know you won’t reply.
For life is short at such a speed -
A gunshot echoes by.