Goodbye

Rain droplets came falling on me, a mirror in a puddle.
My fingers followed the tiles of the grave in front of me.
Childhood memories jumped into my eyes, you saggy man.
Today nothing tingles in my ears; your hand isn’t tickling me.
Grandpa, you left me alone at the station with luggage.
But as I promised Grandpa, I won’t be solemn.
This— young man will live his life to the fullest.
Trickle—droplets dropped from the blue eyes.
As my feet turned away from the tiled grave
The air whispered, ”My grandson—goodbye.”