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.