At the end of each day,
I used to stumble into bed,
and stare at my phone screen until my eyes blurred.
I tossed and turned in my sleep,
as my arms reached out for the comfort of a warm body,
only to find the sheets cold and empty.
Then I met you.
No longer did I stare at that screen
or reach for comfort’s ghost
instead of reveling in your softness.
My eyes no longer strained every night.
My arms no longer wandered,
searching for something that wasn’t there,
because I found my missing puzzle piece,
the one that tucked into my body in such a way
that the fit was perfect.
My brain slowed down,
and I could fall asleep,
in the quiet safety of your strong arms.