teeny puzzle piece

sometimes i find myself lost in thought,
remembering how your face felt under my fingers, or
the curve of your eyelashes as i turned over
in the morning
and woke you up with kisses.
now that i’ve experienced a teeny puzzle piece of life
with you

i find my days to be mundane when you’re not around.
to distract myself, i turn up the dance music
already blasting in my ears,
and
picture a dance party in my living room

with you, laughing,
or going dancing with you and letting loose;
getting comfortable as only you can make me.

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