I sleep better when I’m with you.

The inescapable tirades of my mind

seem so distant, so silent,

in your embrace,

with your arm across my chest

and your leg over my waist,

I’m comfortable in a way

that eludes me through the day.

I’m restless now, alone in bed,

my mind’s alive,

you’re in my head

and my fingers clutch

at memories of you

but find emptiness instead.