My deepest love is always in my thoughts, even though our moment has passed and she has moved on. Even now I still crave her touch, yearn for her warmth, to have her scent linger in my nose, if even for an instant. As all heartbroken poets have done, I took pen to paper and expressed my anguish in verse:
Went to the bathroom and took a poo,
I saw the shape and thought of "U"