You know,
Well, I wrote in the description on my poem Summer on Campus that [the girl's] eyes "have stayed close at hand in my photographic memory", but the thing is, ever since I wrote the poem, it sort of left me. It's like the poem captured her and keeps her.
If I had been writing about a bad experience then it'd be a relief, but really, I wish she hadn't left.
I drew a (an inadequate) drawing of her from memory before I wrote the poem, that isn't exactly to my satisfaction, but I look at it sometimes to try and refresh my memory.
The thing is, my baby sister scribbled all over it, but I still keep it
In a way, it's like Daisy's eyes from the Great Gatsby for me.