Rhapsody in biro blue

I loved sitting beside you,
My desk the front of house,
To listen to you touch-type,
And double click your mouse.

A melody of post-it notes,
You made each keystroke rhyme.
Each day another opus,
Kept in perfect flexitime.

Now 9 to 5 is not the same,
It’s so quiet without you.
All that’s left: your farewell memo,
A rhapsody in biro blue.