Everything constantly spins now that you're gone. I don't feel anymore. There is an open wound in my chest that throbs. The pain in my head comes in waves. It slips into my aching body and churns my stomach. I miss every part of you being here. Your smile, your eyes, your hands, your voice, your arms, your legs, your warm chest, your ears, your lips, your nose, your dances, your songs. My legs hardly move one after another, one foot in front of the other now that i don't see you. Months, years pass and your memory seeps through my veins. Only those in love could tell of your eyes. They're green when you are happy, but almost black when you're angry. When content, they're grey, but when you haven't slept, they're ice blue. I need my green eyed Casanova. Mr. Winter, my love.