Postcards to a past

 Peggy,     It has been a couple of weeks. I wanted to say hi. It has been a bad week, but am tired of saying it. So when will we...     For some reason, I ordered a book on astrology. Just read your letter about defining us with it. For such a random, unscientific way to describe people, it was very accurate.      I keep looking at her face. Tell me what to do.

 Peggy,     Rough couple of days. I miss her.  Sorry. I want to see you, but know that will never happen. I wish I could call you... wish in one hand and shit in the other and see which one gets you the farthest...     Tired again, I guess. Yet haven't done much the last few weeks. I sometimes feel like the pathetic character carrying around your letters next to my heart. Well, I would rotate them everyday. Gotta keep the passion fresh.     Old shit...     Funny, I wait for an answer from her. One more thing that will never happen. I am thinking of taking a trip. See if I have the courage to knock on her door. Or just do like I did last time...staring at it in the middle of the night. No, just a couple of minutes. A day getting there, a day getting up the courage, that night, a day back. Fruitful time. Inspiring three days. Into the hole at the end, that's when I most wished for you. To talk...ok, no...write to you....