I often forget where I put my stuff,
I often forget memorable places,
I often forget what I am to do,
And I always forget people’s faces.
It might be that I try to leave
Memories far behind,
Or that I simply don’t see
What I’m not looking to find.
If I happen to recognize
You while walking down the street,
Please don’t be offended when
I’m staring at my feet.
It’s not that I don’t know who you are,
Or even that I don’t care.
It’s that the past is a long lost scent,
While the future holds clean air.
But there was once a passing look
That I actually gazed into the eyes,
And caught a glimpse of what I had missed,
And what I had feared and despised.
And ever since that parting glance,
I’ve remembered your face very clear.
And while other faces fall far, far away,
Yours always stays very near.