Lines that fail and flail

Hi Thrush,

Chestnut first. Big big one.
They say the true worth of people you like is known only when you stay away from them.
That it is also a sort of reality check for people, as to where they stand.
And how firm do they stand where they are standing.
They say, look upon evening as if the day were meant to die and upon morning as if everything were being born again. The ones that stay with you through the death of the day and the dawn of the next are perhaps who you cherish most, whose physical existence you miss most.

Laughter around you seems, contrived.
A nice line formed in your head dies orphaned.
You wait for the phone display to light up and tell you stories.
Every few minutes.
You start wishing every insipid meal you had were a Cake Fudge in Corner House.
And you know, that 120 hours is a long time.
120 hours away is longer time. Much longer.

Missed you.
Hope you have been good.

Best,
Me.