I miss the way you make brews too weak,
Served up with endless biscuits,
I miss the way the room goes quiet,
When we howl with childish laughter,

I miss stealing words,
Between cries of our children,
Time standing still,
As we ramble through weeks again,
I miss lifting each other up,
Plotting schemes for the future,

'Thank goodness for videocalling'
I say it, it's true,
But oh, how I long to share a real room with you,

Free therapy,

The best that we knew,

Toys strewn, tea brewed, souls-filled, 

Renewed, 

Real room,

An hour,

20 minutes,
10 minutes 
Would do.