Just a few hours before, you were laying there.

Lying still as the earth we walk on, but still breathing.

Grandpa you're coming back right?

Grandpa you're sleeping right?

You'll wake up and look out of your window and search for me, right?

When you finally find me, you're going  to call out for me, right?

I'll wave a simple hello and cross the street to your warm home.

You're going to greet me at the door and tell me to sit down, right??

I'll say, "no thank you, I'm just stopping by". And then my grandma will come out and convince me to stay for dinner while we make small talk, right?

You'll tell my grandma that we're going out for a bit while she cooks, right?

We'll forget what time is as we talk about my day and life, while we water your garden, right?

You'll ask me when me and Jose will visit you again, then continue to tease me about getting married, right?

We'll laugh so hard when we notice my grandma standing by the door in her apron as she waves the cooking spoon around, telling us to come eat, right?

We'll go in to eat and talk about opening a cafe, right?

I'll say, "buelito, I'm going to finish school and work really hard to open up a restaurant so I can support you, right?

And you'll say not to worry and have fun, right?

Then my dad will call and ask if I'm with you and you'll say not to get mad for visiting, right?

Right grandpa?

You're going to wake up and ask me for your riding boots?

You're going to come back and tease me, right?

You're going to give me advice about not giving up, right?

You'll tell me not to be bothered by my family, right?

You'll tell me to keep writing and painting, right?

You'll wake up and see me get married, right?

You'll come back and see my children, right?

Grandpa you're just sleeping, right?

Right?