Postcards to a past

Peggy,     I don't know... I have watched people die, I have saved (stopped) people from dying... I don't know about holding a soul...no, never have felt it. You have, always have had, much more power then me, so I don't think I ever will. What will you do? If I can help, just let me know.

 Peggy,     Well, it was like you and I writing back and forth. Same feel, same ideas, same touch of unfamiliarity early on, after sunrise we were like you and I when you had come back. No, that's incorrect: she and I did not stay away from each other like I did with you. Time finally wore away the fear. OK. OK. I grew up.      I think about Mike every so often. As I did with you, before you wrote to me the first time, I wonder if he is still alive, remembering his bladder cancer in high school.      So where do you go? I have the river. I have always had the river. Oh, not the same one, but always a river. Pisces. Remember the astrology letter you sent me?      I would write of trees, birds, water, the whole nature thing.      She said, before she left (we ended up at my house), "...keep me safe, lay with me..." from Natalie Merchant's Motherland. As I usually do after I read your letter...

 Peggy,            Yeah, I know.     I am very tired tonight. Not physically, like I didn't run a marathon or anything, not that I run, it just feels like it. Kind of a good fatigue though, as we stayed up all night. Playing games mostly (no, video, board, whatever felt right), talking. Yes, I talked. Too much. (You probably disagree.) It actually felt good, whether it was just her or purging, I can't say.     Why do that to them? It's not funny. To me anyway, but you know your patient better...sorry... I trust you.     No, I don't walk like I used to, hopefully just a phase.     No, I don't use pen and paper too much any more. I still love to though, but typing is faster; I find that I don't lose my train of thought so easily.

 Peggy,     Well, once again, sorry it has taken so long to respond.    Rest. Sounds like he needs about two weeks of sleep. You, too. I have friends (well, some of those are exes, is the word everyone uses) who have gone through the same thing, though a couple with the ex prefix I don't care too much about. Rest. You are so full of that caring, that I have no doubt you two will be fine.      Yeah, the weather is weird. People are weird. Well, most people.       She has become...     Anyway; I am writing again. No. No. Just to reach... No, that's not it... I like using my hands.     Very tired tonight, so will say goodnight.