a love without a name

today,

I looked at his picture
hanging upon 
a detached wall,
smiling back at me,
holding a few moments
of silence
between us,
no thoughts
wanting to be hugged,
no questions
climbing into the lap
of answers,
no doubts
herded by approval,
no words exchanged
for scrutiny
or appreciation,
only a warm curve
smiling at itself,
curving into itself,
and watching the world go by,
that cupped a love
without a name.