William Montague Gatsby III (edition 2)

I once met a man named Drew.
He loved his wife and wore shiny black shoes.
We talked for hours
Of kings and cowards
Of lovers, and liars, and you.
He wanted to live,
But had nothing to give.
Felt nothing he said was the truth.

I told him love was alive,
He said God was dead.
Convinced him for coffee,
To ease the pain in his head.
He confessed that his life
Was not worth the strife
And was tired of the anguish he felt.

I looked in his eyes
The color of oceans
He made my heart melt.
“It’s interesting to see
How five hours of you
Has really changed me.”
I smiled and agreed.
He kissed my cheek,
And waved goodbye,
Wishing me luck on life’s journey.

That Sunday I saw Drew’s picture in the newspaper.
The obituary read “William Montague Gatsby III.”
Poor Drew, and his shiny black shoes.

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

I concur with the prior review; the first edition ended much too abruptly; this has been fleshed out quite nicely, has the level of detail that gives the concept the treatment it deserves. A very solid piece of writing.

[Poetic Injustice]

Better than the first edition, in my opinion. Not bad. Makes me wonder.