Disclaimer: The Great Gatsby and all characters, mentioned or implied, are the property of F. Scott Fitzgerald. Poem belongs to me.

This is the first serious writing I have ever done for fanfiction. Please don't laugh. Review if you can stomach it.


I sit in my chair

Hearing the clock swing:

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Seconds racing into

minutes racing into

hours, days, and years.

But time doesn't matter to me.

I will always

hold onto my memories;

forever lost

in golden ages past.

Some day, my dear,

some day, my love,

I'll find you.

The past will become

reality, putting the pieces

back together again.

Life will be perfect,

and we will perfect,

immortalized by our love.

We are so close to

reaching heaven.

What I seek

lies behind me;

it eludes me,

but not for long.

All I ask is perfection.

Is that too hard to grant,

or too much to give

after I have waited all

of these long years?

Stay with me, my love,

stay with me forever.

We'll see the beauty

of our impossible dreams.