Puzzle Piece

Our fingers intertwine

Stitching the hole that lurked in the

Crevices of our hearts

Brightening the eyes that took

The hurt

And warming our minds to the thought

Of someone always being there

Lying on the once empty spot

In the bed

Filling the chair on the other end

Of the table

Making the awkward silences

Meaningful

You are the final piece to my puzzle

Won’t you stay to see the picture it

Creates.

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