A name, a face

Sometimes I meet someone. We start a conversation. And within the timeframe of the chat I forget the name. Not long after we depart our separate ways I forget the face as well. But anyhow there is a sense of mutual recognition if we meet once again. I do not have the intention to be rude. My focus, though, is on trivial details and there are so many of them that I cannot assemble them together with a firm name, with a solid face. It remains blurry.