A Second Thought

The words on your lips 
Could make dying men smile;
But my stomach does flips:
Your nature is to beguile.
 
We talked until the sun
Blazed down on your fair skin;
When you offered a hand, just one,
My face split with a grin.
 
Although your voice is long gone,
Your grey eyes stay in my thoughts;
At every silent dawn
My memory fails in spots.
 
Away from here you’ve flown
With your laugh that sounded of birds,
And left me here alone
Still waiting for your words.
This poem is about: 
Me

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