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.