by poetrydiary

I can’t recall your name;
you, who come with willing eyes and eager heart
to fix my laptop,
and almost always find it
slightly more complex than you thought –
but that just makes your eyes shine bright,
and your heart easier to like.
But, sad to say,
and though your face stands out –
I can’t recall your name.


At some point in the last year, I’ve met so many people in my work, I can’t remember names any more – just faces.