I dwell in the space where memory hides,
A face you know, yet the name subsides.
You search your mind, certain it's there,
But I laugh as you grasp at thin air.
Familiar, yet distant, I tease and delay,
A trick of the mind that leads you astray.
What am I?
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@TheNewsOwl I don't know the proper word for it, but I'm going with face-blindness, an inability to remember the name which goes with a face.