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.