Writing from a broken heart

The dark flashes of your soul
surrender to mine
but only while Prometheus burns me
in his ferocious sight
and I surrender to you as well
going deep in the long abyss
of the memories we will never have.

Your hands as cold as winter
go through my mind already old
how can I let this grow apart?
when I haven’t felt suicidal yet?

And I love every sound of yours
and I long for your empty embrace
and I hold you in my every thought
as we get further away.

To you who I never met
I gave my love when not distressed
to you who I shall never meet
I give my wish of you with me
I’ll rise my glass for you, for us
and I’ll just smile at your fair ghost.