Drawing You From Memory by Billy Collins

I seem to have forgotten several features crucial to the doing of this, for instance, how your lower lip meets your upper lip besides just being below it, and what happens at the end of the nose, how much does it shade the plane of your cheek, and would even a bit of nostril be visible from this angle? Chinese eyes, you call them which could be the difficulty I have in showing the flash of light in your iris, and being so far away from you for so long, I cannot remember what direction it flows, the deep river of your hair. But all of this will come together the minute I see you again at the station, my notebook and pens packed away, your face smiling as I cup it in my hands, or frowning later when we are home and you are berating me in the kitchen waving the pages in my face demanding to know the name of this latest little whore.