Nameless here forever more

Hers was the first face I saw everyday. And the times she wouldn't be there when I woke up, before the panic rushed in, I'd let my hopeful fingers run on the pillow. Her note was always there if she wasn't.

'Call....will be back'.

'The milk... will be back'

It didn't matter what the words said. My just-flickered-open myopic eyes hardly read what was written. The starchy feel of paper and her voice in writing was all that mattered.

And when I left, I forgot to leave behind the habit. Fingers that sought disappointment. And found it.