莫明的失落由早至晚如影隨形與我為件。光管壞掉了快一個月，繼而習慣開著台上小燈，在半明不暗的房間裡不斷揭頁。仍舊是隨手亂翻，竟又是Szymborska，Four in the morning:

No one feels good at four in the morning.
If ants feel good at four in the morning
--three cheers for the ants. And let five o'clock come
if we're to go on living.

驚喜的同時走去拍打洗手間的門，硬把裡面的蔡運華叫出來聽我唸詩。
她說，尋晚四點，你咳到甩肺
我話，所以我咁激動
No one feels good at four in the morning

睡前像有人在耳邊輕聲說，cough no more.
於是那晚，睡得很甜。

早上太陽出來，莫明的失落又再叩我的門。