Do you yearn for our tender connections,
Those warm, fuzzy exchanges?

From morning greetings to awkward elevator rides,
Together we walked, side by side.

The playful **** doodles you drew,
After you fogged up our bathroom mirror.

Oh, how I long to turn back the hands of time,
When those precious instants were taken for granted.

Above all, I yearn for your radiant smile,
The twinkle in your eyes,
And the laughter that would fill up a room.