The Right Way

Dad seemed to go out the wrong way

Riled up and on edge in the end

The last time we spoke

He seemed mad at me

As though I had wronged him again

He dared me to learn from his death

To find truth in the lessons he'd learned 

The last time we talked 

He seemed out of joint

As though lamenting love never earned

There must be a right way to pass

To die while still being at ease

Our kindly last whispers

Respired by all mourners

Like salt on a soft ocean breeze