Today's OneWord: Longing

They say the man on the corner of seventh and Alistair had a longing for someone he had lost long ago. We didn't know much else besides that. All I could wonder was how old the man really was, especially since he looked so young. But the way he talked made him sound almost fifty years older than he appeared. He told stories the way my grandfather would, years ago, when he would bounce me on his knee beside the fireplace as the blizzard raged outside his little house.