Not much to say

I'm sure we met before,
your presence tells of sweet, forgotten days.
I wish I could remember your nameless face,
yet all I have is a cherished hint that stays;
a hint of days spent with you.
Days which only sweet lovers knew.

Now I stand and watch you walk away,
yet in my heart you'll always stay.........
the perfect stranger I met today.

By Melissa aka honeybe