the handwriting. like a ghost pressing too hard. i almost threw the book. almost tore the page. almost didn't see it was just a grocery list. milk. eggs. her stupid fucking drink. i'm going to scream if i have to order that drink one more time but i can't stop. phantom limb. phantom pen scrawling lists i can't fulfill. i can't even remember what her handwriting looks like, really. the memory's fading. even her fucking handwriting is fading. it's all going. gone