Portrait Of Love #2 Poem by William Graham

Will I weep when you are gone?
I am not a man for tears.
Will people think I am cold
Or nobly stoic as the mourners
Remember your life?
I will not weep when you are gone.
I will remember your hands—
Soft as rain.
I will remember your mind—
Mysterious as the Amazon.
I will remember your tenderness—
Glowing with Monet blues.
I will remember your face—
Stars dripping from your eyes.
I will remember all interludes
Between the cradle and the grave.
I will remember everything—
Your memory will I save.
But I will not weep when you are gone.