Longing

            The cobblestones were lifeless, impenetrable beneath the bench on which he sat. The city’s feeling of rising sounds and evening lights blended with his own small aura of longing. He knew he was small, and though he missed her, his longing would be solitary. For who would share it with him? A planet paved in cobblestones separated her from him, and in the endless atmosphere his longing dissipated. People walked by in pairs or alone, treading with foreign thoughts and movements. His head slowly sunk to his chest, no longer thinking of her, and he entered into a contented sleep.