I've been having trouble getting to sleep again lately

My eyes come open and
somewhere in the darkness a clock ticks
at least in my memory since
who does analog anymore
I lay on my back until
my legs are too restless to stop trying to run
telling me I'll never get far enough
away or close who's to tell
I'm barefoot padding now
into the closet for a pointless change of clothes
can't change the other things
may as well cool off a bit
I only realize as I turn
off the light and close the door the voice
calling out to me is missing
asking me if everything is alright
I sit here typing as though
the sound could replace companionship