I love you dad

Should I forget
Should I leave memories around the house
It hurts
A new pain for me
It is the inconceivable unknown
Too fast, but at the same time
Long enough to say goodbye
Should we be grateful?
It's a nonsense
This question can not be answered

It's the same pain as a breakup
I've lost the first man who loved me,
who rocked me
I am his flesh and blood
He's become dust

All that he was, is no longer
Red dots on the calendar
And the pope on his bedside tables
All these little details that defined him
Is now memories to be engraved in our hearts, nothing more

I'll be missing you