I touched your face one

Last time in the funeral home

And I’ve never touched anything

So cold in my life

And my first thought was

“At least you aren’t suffering from the heat”

And you taught me to try and laugh at everything

That hurt

No matter what it was

Because that way it didn’t hurt so much.

3 thoughts on “Dad,”

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