Anxiety is the real subject here. The speaker is overwhelmed by unanswered questions and by days that seem to speed up, and "King Panic" wins again, as though panic were a ruler who always returns. The storm outside, with hard rain and a sun slipping away, matches the speaker's state, and the dreamlike feel suggests they are close to unravelling. The poem even hints at "desperate measures," which gives the middle a dark, frightening edge.
Then the mood shifts. A partner senses something is wrong and asks, and the speaker cannot put it into words. It doesn't matter. The calm of a hand against the neck brings the speaker back. The closing lines turn the poem's worry on its head: if there is no answer, there is no question either. The ending feels quiet and relieved. Comfort comes through closeness rather than explanation, and the poem moves from agitation to a gentle, steadying peace.