I never knew your name. I only saw you once.
We exchanged glances and platitudes
about the heat. At your neck
the letter S - I never asked you
what it stood for.
We shall not meet again,
but dreaming, or in some future life,
I will know you, and when you tell me then
what you are called,
I will remember, and tell you,
Last time we met your name began with S.
Paul Hansford
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-young-woman/
