A poem about my fathers death

[Stuart Marley]

I kissed his cold forehead
When my father died
His ears too closed for my goodbye
His eyes not closed but dead
I had to kiss him nonetheless
His warmth within my heart
His skin as cold as ice
A line of blood below his nose
Nonetheless I kissed him twice

We breathe this air then disappear
But disappear to where
Wherever my father disappeared to
I want to enter there