He always smiled,
and nodded or waved –
not the languor of people passing
effort was involved,
as if he wanted to acknowledge me
and for me to know he had.
I asked if I knew him,
Still he continued – maybe mistaken identity
except there seemed no confusion.
A while later I asked again.
We were both at a supermarket front desk,
me for exchange
him, then a schoolboy, to collect employment application.
I wished him luck
he had not forgotten.