Share of Thoughts

The Header

The Header
Silvern

The screen glowed,
A cold, pale moon.
Underneath, a single word,
A little card for a life
We built and then perhaps forgot.
Header.

It sat there, stark black text
On a digital expense,
The way you used to leave your keys
On the hall table,
Always in the same spot.

I click to open the file.
It is labelled simply,
The Love Letters.
But the date stamp is last Tuesday.
We haven't exchanged a real letter in years,
Only hurried texts,
Agreement about groceries.

Inside, the document is empty.
Just the white space is stretched,
A silent, echoing room
Where our shared history should be.

I remember the day you printed the first one,
The official documents where we listed our promises,
Signed and sealed,
A header for forever.

Now, this is a blank page.
Was this a glitch?
A saving error?
Or did you finally delete everything
That came after a title?

I look up the window,
Half-expecting to see your car pulling away,
Leaving only the quiet confirmation
Of that solitary, accusing word.
Header.
The start, or probably abrupt,
The unedited end.


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Prompt: Header.
For "The Daily Poem "