Crazy Poem by Eric Gama

How was I to know?
That you'd really go.
I thought we'd take it slow.

Are we really through?
Living without you,
I don't know what to do.

What does it all mean?
Maybe I'm just green.
I hope it's all a dream.

When will I move on?
Time but creeps along,
Now that you are gone.

In whom can I confide?
I don't feel safe inside,
And when I'm out, I hide.

Is the end in sight?
It's morning, then it's night.
I must begin to fight.

Who can help me see?
The man I'm meant to be:
Joyful, happy and carefree.

I have a life to live.
My calling is to give,
So why can't I forgive?

It's crazy, but it's true.