I recall. The moon so brightly. So close.
To me, Grandfather... I recall, those...
Steps. On the chilly streets. So quiet. I see you.
Down the road, donw the middle. All alone.
Cast about, the end I am. Sitting and watching.
Wording the words, capturing no clouds. I hear.
The last notes, to the sounds. I scream.
Tomorrow, I find. Your body. In bed. Tomorrow.
I dine, and read, the number chiseled in stone.
Buried, before I saw a casket and colors.
Brightly, before, I smelled sweet flowers.
I tell, I love you. To you. My Grandfather.