I really feel the raw pain and confusion of mourning in your poem, especially in the lines "Pressing round his head like a ring from hell" and "Salty water stung his eyes". Your use of use of sensory details—such as "cherry like voice," "fate had done its job," and "fate like Santa"—adds layers of meaning and contrast, highlighting the surreal nature of grief. It left me with a haunting meditation on loss and the fragile boundary between reality and memory.