Each Day is Hard

Each day is hard, my Love.
Discomfited by fond memories.
Remember when you laid your head on my lap
As we watched The African Queen?
I smoothed the strands of your hair over your ear
while you slept,
and marveled at your yielding
quiet beauty.

The African Queen
The African Queen

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