I cannot remember your name,
I am sorry.
I remember your face
every time I close my eyes, I
have never forgotten you
but I cannot remember your name.
I know the first time I met you,
I can recall with ease the first song
I heard in your company,
and if you were a woman
I can remember the first kiss we may
have shared, that we felt possessed in its safety;
I strain though to summon up the memory
of your name and for that,
as I see your face, beautiful, engrained
in my psyche, I cannot help but feel sorrow
that I cannot remember
your name.
Ian D. Hall 2016