A Lack of Mystique

This one actually is inspired by my life -my talent for remembering names. People think it's so impressive that I don't want to spoil it by saying that I just don't have anything else in my head...

My head is an empty place,
Full of empty space,
For your words to spread;
Names and faces,
I knew you,
When you walked through the door,
Or even before.

You're all I can think of now,
You fill the wasteland of my mind.