Sorry

Sorry,I’ve forgotten your name
but the face is a face that I know;
it seems such a shame to see you
pass by without a hello. In my dreams
I remember the swing of your hips,
the smell of your hair, your lips
as you smile. Perhaps we could meet up
one night at our old rendezvous,
eat pasta, drink wine. Do you think
that at least we might talk or
hold hands for a moment or two?
I’ve forgotten your name
but I’m sure that it’s you.