///Train Writer Series no. 80 by @itscarus "Great to hear from you. My apologies for being out of touch" his message reads. His tie loose as his fingers peruse the touch screen for the next letter. The next word, lost to him. The next thought, too true to write.
He's sorry. He's sorry he doesn't know how to be or why he has to be at all when he isn't. He's used to doing this sort of thing, but he's been reckless. He's been mindless in the wake of so many clouds in his judgment. He's been selfless and generous in thought, selfish in time maybe, but she's always on his mind and he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know how to be closer, only how to be closed off. She's heard it all too many times, he thinks. "A lot's happened," he writes.
Then locks his phone.
Her phone vibrates. She checks it. Shuts off the screen and looks her child in the eyes. She's heard it all too many times.