Whats His Face

His name could have been - 'What's his face?' We hunt for an epithet to fit an absent memory. In truth, he did escape many people. Some recalled him, but could only gesture a vague misshapen identity with unsteady hands. Some plotted a meeting wherein X marked an intersection where he once met our eyes, eyes that floated away as if he were a feature in a landscape only half painted. What's his face, escapes any cognomen, not because he is a nonentity, it was we, we who were never there to notice.