If when you leave

If when you leave, you do not think of me
or do not call my name, then I will be a lost
and fallen star, diffused and drowned in
unforgiving seas. I will be restless on the waves
of my days, blind to all horizons
with darkened eyes, stormy
then only grey colored fog
will settle in, descending
with smoke, to kill, to choke
my dying heart.