02:47.
I am sitting on a bench,
alone.
I wait...

The Stranger sees me, sighs and wheezes:
"You're longing too?"
I gasp.
He drifts past me and stops:
"How do I get rid of it? I am not well..." he cries, voice cracking.

I say nothing.
But in my eyes,
he reads the answer -
my cries
my yearning.
The yearnings...

"I should go sleep, right?"
I smile.
"But... does it go away?"
"Not necessarily." I say. "But after a while, you get used to it.
It's like a friend new in town - you take them out for long walks."

"You're longing too, right?"
I sigh again.
We look at each other for a few seconds in silence.
Then my phone rings.

"Tell him that too! You might be surprised.
I'll go now. Go on - answer! Good night!"

I manage to throw a "Take care of your longing!"
and I answer the phone.

It wasn't him.