Uncalled

It is a terrible moment,
5 am on a Tuesday morning,
4 days before your wife's birthday.

But i really need to know,
if you are listening,
because i don't want to break my lungs
to make you hear me,
(again).

But only i know-
This desperation in me.

I can't live without your voice any longer,
I am sorry i didn't call you often enough.
I cannot live with only pieces of you,
it hurts more to not have had you at all.

All this regret
(for you),
was probably uncalled for.