Maybe she will understand.

When you deserted me and became silent,
My inner being revolt,
I cry out,
"Why did she go?
What made her do so?"
My clock crumbled,
My world stumbled,
A dark sphere opened before me,
Dread fingers of depression waylaid my time,
I began talking to my poem,
I took her asylum,
"Oh, best messenger of emotions,
Kindly convey her my conditions,
Tell her I am a nothing without her,
Request her to illuminate my sphere once more,
Maybe she will understand your words,
Maybe she will return to my world."