Leaving days. (№ 17685)

Friday. I woke up. Dark. Glanced at the clock. 3am. No, Saturday...
And still stood up. Went to the balcony. Took a cigarette. Lit. Flowed a tear.
I wonder what I at the time thought. Love. He. His eyes. The meetings. And suddenly she.
Again SMS. No, not him. Balance. At zero. The trip threshold. And again tear. Call. Him. Short beeps. Dropped. Write. Silent. Hurry today...