That Face Poem by Sandra Martyres

It was at a cultural fair that
I noticed a man staring at me
I had seen that face before
Of that I was reasonably sure
Patrician features with a greying beard
Dark brown piercing eyes and a long nose
But he vanished into the crowd
Before I could even approach him
My brain went into hyper-active mode
I just needed to remember his name
Or where and when our paths had crossed
But my mind seemed to have gone blank
So I decided to scour the fair grounds
To spot him again and have a face to face
I walked briskly down each lane searching
I peered carefully into each stall for any trace
Of the man who kept my mind pre-occupied
But alas all my efforts were in vain for he
Seemed to have disappeared never to be seen again
And I still cannot even remember his name