Postcards to a past

 Peggy,     Oh, I hold on to the anger. I am pretty successful about aiming it at only the ex (I still call her that after so long). Let it go. Someone in your life as important as he is will...understand...  Anyway, my anger is very thin after so long. And I can say there is, now, The Woman, as Sherlock (the Benedict Cumberbatch one) described Irene Adler.      Well, I don't know. Poetry hasn't been in my life for a very long time. I always thought you were a better poet than me. I want to live it, not write it, is my justification.     I never keep track of things over time, so I can't say a certain stretch of time in my life was any harder and any other span. I understand what you went through, some of my friends at the time had the same miseries. So many people did. I was lucky enough not to have watch friends die slow, horrible deaths. I am sorry. And obviously, so very glad you are here to receive these.   ...

 Peggy     And yes, I hold anger, like most people. I envy you having the release of writing. It does help me, but for me it is like treating yourself to a root beer float every two years (not actually not that long, but you get the idea). You were always a survivor. Yes. Yes that word is used so much, especially by and describing women, as to be... not meaningless, just incomplete. I never saw you mad, or have an argument with anyone, as I said before, you have not changed (so much), so I am a little surprised and that you did with him. I had a relationship a very long time ago that ended when she raised her hand to me, yes, she made contact with my left cheek. I have a high pain threshold, so I just turned and walked out; only saw the bitch one other time when I got the last of my things from her apartment.     Don't worry. You won't.     My walk is a bit farther away, time I mean, than yours, but it is a necessity. I am glad you have ...

 Peggy,     I'm sorry. You said you were ok with it, but I don't believe you. Granted I am more stranger than friend, but as I've said to her, you have not changed, you are still, I believe the Peggy I wrote to so many lifetimes ago. (Remember, I read your book.) And the loss of someone you have had in your life for so long is pain. Oh, I know, time erodes even love, sometimes, but ...      Sorry. Didn't mean to be a cheap self-help book from fifty years ago.     Just don't stop writing to me.   //this is the loss of her husband, maybe a temporary thing for them//

 Peggy,     I don't know. I like writing to others, letters and such. I have a bunch of material, but have never taken the time to put it together.  As far as reading goes, it is constant, science fiction mostly, some comics/graphic novels, lots of online blogs and news feeds, lots of newsletters. No, I don't read poetry anymore, not sure why. No music to speak of, oh, once in a great while, I get in the mood for what I listened to when we were teenagers but nothing new.     Your husband must have gone through hell. I have another friend who is a nurse, but in a doctor's office.     I do have nephews and nieces so that helps with the not being a dad stuff.      And I can't stand silence too much anymore, either, though I am trying to overcome it. I want to listen. She thinks I am a very good listener but I not so sure I agree right now. When we talk ( a lot on the phone), I do lose focus, ok, sad to say bored. I ...