for julia

[joe_da_gardener]

Because I am sick,
my nose--temporarily inhibits my sense of smell,
but I still remember the fumes
of your wet, golden blonde hair
after showers--
on a Sunday.
My eyes, most certainly blurred,
can still closely imagine the striking green and
yellow specks of your eyes.
Your eyes of
appreciation,
knowledge,
helpfulness,
and happiness.
While, my ears: clogged,
can still embrace your soft voice
underneath blankets of tears,
laughter,
and joy.
Lastly, my mind--absolutely in pain--
can enjoy the progression,
growth,
love,
and honesty
of our true friendship.
My body, attacked by a virus,
appreciates and remembers the
soft nothings
and big somethings.
You are the reconstruction
of the deconstruction
beneath my skin