Its 2 am again,
here
beside the phone-
the crazies have returned,
syphoning my
strength and wonder
If I'll be able to answer-
just to say I'm sorry,
and please come home.
You left in such
a rush,
tears there were none-
cold stare as though
I were the one -
who decided to leave
and now confussion,
bare as the artic
my heart is cold-
and...with fear,
waiting for you again...
so please come home.
I kick and cuss
but it does no good-
I have no answers
to ease this pain,
my tears are real-
they cry in my heart
I'm here by the phone,
just to say I'm sorry
so please come home.

You have captured the "waiting &I'm sorry" theme and feelings so well
Shad, really well done!!