I used to love the afternoons
that was when there was a me and you
now there's me, somewhere you
and the evenings are all I have to brighten my mood
a glass of pino, a TV show
some time with myself
and a little time alone
there's my dog, my e-mails
and there is always tomorrow morning
no matter how much I try to stretch
today's calm night sky a few more hours
but after tomorrow morning's coffee
work, a quick lunch with a book
the evening will reappear
crisp as ever, welcoming
and I can hope it won't fade again
imagine the morning is not so near
I can always hope
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