still love

i still love him, you know.
he who sat on his deathbed
and spoke of stories he’d lived long ago.
he who would never give up on life,
who
kept on being happy when he should have
been crying, while his body was dying.
he, my grandfather, the man who i wish i was more
like. my grandfather was great, and i
wish you would have known him, every
one. if he was a moon, and i was a star,
well then you know how the story goes.
i wish my grandfather, i wish him, i wish him
all the happiness that the afterlife has
to offer.