is a red flag to a bull to me.
[takes a deep breath, calms himself, tries on your shoes]

I feel your pain, brother, but you must know that beyond the potential of the first stanza this is not good poetry.

how about you?
Yep, me too.

Hi Connect,

I feel what you are saying and trying to portray - in that it is honest and clear.

though I am not sure what type if poetry you were aiming at here?

Your first stanza caught me, yet as i read further, i sort of got lost in the almost pleading that is portrayed here - No disrespect meant, this is at the end of the day your expression of a moment or moments occurring in your life. I am speaking from a totally clinical view.

You do have a certain naked and vulnerable honesty to your writing though - takes a lot of guts to be that open.

your topic is one often experienced by a lot of partners - I hope all works out for you and your son.

Yours in Script
Feebie

Poetry gives all the agony of events in our life a different face. I feel for your situation, and the honesty and courage to put it out there for the world to share.
Besides the devises poetry has - (images, metaphor, symbol, music of words, rhyme, alliteration), a poem needs to be multidimensional. What you have written is heart felt, but it is not poetry to me, and this is a poetry workshop site. I hope you continue to engage with the other poets in this site and grow your craft. This is no easy art form! LIke all other skills, you gotta put in your 10,000 hours...

I think you might have meant for God to make things bearable, not unbearable.

I wish you the best in this situation.

I can imagine how sensitive is the situation here and how badly the author/ narrator
needs his partner back.
I found the repetitive line very effective

if I may, I have done some changes here, hope you don't mind it.
Please whatever you like, or leave it all. The choice is always yours

I haven’t slept in four days
how about you?
And at 3:30
nothing much looks to change.
Come home, my love.

All can be forgiven.
Come home,

Whatever I need to leave behind
whatever it is
I can forget.
Come home.

I wanted a fountain
but instead received
just a smattering of tears.
And I prayed to God
that He would make my pain (un)bearable.....[bearable?]
Come back to your husband
[come back my love]

There is no air without you here.

I like the first stanza very much.
Welcome back, I noticed you had a bit of a break, please stay around here on Neopoet, we need very much talented people like you.

numbers are best spelled in poetry but this clearly evokes a digital clock so it works.