What Am I Going To Do? Poem by James Royster

I feel like you have just been torn from my
grasp. Looking into your eyes is now a
thing of the past.

I know you are going to a better place,
but as I sit here I long just to see your
face.

I wish I had told you how I felt.
God, I despise this hand I've been dealt.

Out of all the people, why did God chose u?
All I can ask is, 'Now what am I going to
do? '

I must say I am glad that you came into my
life. You have all of the qualities that I
want in a wife.

I don't think there will be anyone better
than you. But now you’re gone so 'What am I
going to do? '