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.
Nic Addenbrooke is a freelance writer, editor, content creator, radio broadcaster, part-time poet and sometimes artist. Nic has been coming to terms with existence for years. He currently lives and works in Brisbane where he struggles to turn the cacophony of voices in his head into things of substance. It doesn’t always work but occasionally produces a nice veneer of sanity.