We stand on the dock,

The sun has set,

But I can see your happiness 

Even in the dead of night.

The streetlight's on,

The metal is all rusted

And covered in salt,

I.

A small brush of fingers,

Biting your lips to stop a smile,

Choking on the words,

Dancing late under streetlights,

Everything could change with one slip,

Find my waist, feel my heartbeat,

The puzzle's missing a piece,

It's not an important one; 

just some small piece in the middle.

It's dark purple, and rough on the edges,

It's under the floorboards,

all frayed, and torn apart;