Spinning: A poem

I am nothing but a child, 

A small girl twirling in the garden 

And as the evening glow fades,

A blanket of restlessness remains,

For I've been spinning 

Since you said "goodbye"- 

Faster and faster, 

Arms reach for the edges 

Of an eternal sadness. 

My sorroundings are blurred 

But I can see hard lines, 

Mirroring the contours of your body. 

Colors have mixed and blended- 

The truest shade of blue 

I've seen only in your eyes, 

Wet from tears, 

But they slide from mine instead

Because the chatter has harmonized,

And my name rolls off your sweet tongue. 

I'm wishing it was over now, 

Sick and dizzy I close my eyes,

But if I stop now I'll surely forget, 

What it meant, 

To love you.