Ticking

I can hear a clock ticking somewhere in the house.
 
The darkness hides behind my eyelids
Blotting out your shape every time
I open my eyes to search for you.
 
I need to stop that clock from ticking.
 
It crowds at the edges of my senses
Telling me your warmth isn’t there
When I reach out to touch you.
 
I don’t know why it only ticks at night.
 
There’s a clock ticking, somewhere in the house.
It only ticks at night, keeping pace with my breaths
As I wish for your warmth to materialise next to me.
I need to find the clock, so that when you appear
I can stop it ticking.