Hello, you look familiar,

I’m sure I’ve seen you before.

Were you one of my customers?

Did we have any rapport?

As I wander through the town,

A touch of window shopping,

I see someone I should know,

And now it seems they’re stopping!

Oh where is it I know you from?

You are greeting me by name,

How nice that you remember it,

If only I could say the same!

Right, I shall just keep talking,

And hope it comes to mind.

If not it may get awkward.

I shan’t seem very kind.

Yet I hope I’m coping fairly well

In giving nothing away.

I tell you that your dress is quite

The nicest shade of grey.

Oh heck, what am I saying?

I really don’t like grey…

You say you’re off to the library,

And what a breezy day.

Your chat is just no help at all,

It simply gives no clues,

Those awful shoes ring a bell,

Though can’t remember whose!

I used to be so good at names

In my younger days.

Ah, great!  Now I remember!

It’s just popped out the haze.

I’ll try to neatly slip it in,

Attempting nonchalance.

Unless there’s a possibility

I could have it wrong by chance?

Okay then, it’s safer not to,

At least I know where from,

You used to be my neighbour.

You had a son called Tom.

Or was it a daughter that you had?

Little Saffron, a pretty girl?

Now as we are saying goodbye,

My head’s a complete whirl!