Faithful as sorrow

Sometimes when eyes open, nothing can be seen.
No beloved, no unloved one.
Nothing remains before me but a few memories.

Then the loneliness grows heavy.
It seems I've been living through these hours of solitude since birth...
This is such a desolation that even enemies stay beyond the horizon.

These moments are beautiful like pain, faithful like sorrow.
In such times the whole heart catches fire with longing for someone who never was.

The invisible wind that won't touch a single finger
when I reach out—
even that sometimes
takes a dim shape
the moment eyes open.