Desperate

Only gone for four days,
Yet, I still know,
It will seem like so much longer,
Away from him.

He can break my heart,
Mend it, and break it again.
This is the kind of effect he leaves,
On me.

Wondering if he will find,
Someone while I'm gone.
I feel scared and broken,
Unsure.

Waiting for an e-mail from him,
A text message, or a phone call.
I want to communicate,
With him.

Should I call him?
Maybe he forgot me.
But don't want him to think I'm,
Desperate.