Empty Monkey (Dot Com) - The real-time story of how the book is written

After you’d gone
Before wits coalesced
As realisation
Coldly reassessed

Words almost unheard
A warm recollection
Assailed my mind
Through opaque vision

The day gathers steam
Already time’s empty
Tracks lay ahead
Last night faded gently

There will be another
As there were before
After these grey hours
To night turn once more.

When I consider
That happiness lent
Could return to confer
Secure enchantment

Days will be glowing
Togetherness dared
Dreariness banished
With hours that are shared

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