When death do us part

If I go first Don’t weep and reel or let sorrow fill you. Keep your tears. But, place my picture on the mantel, remember summers in the sun, and smile. Though I won’t see it it’s comforting to me now to know you’ll remember me with joy. If you go first I will not cry. I’ll be dry and dusty. Empty, like a forgotten room in winter I’ll keep your photograph on the pillow where your sleeping head should be And dream of when we were young and smooth and love was all we knew.