Am I Still On Your Speedail

Months now, maybe more, I've not heard from you And I've grown tired of making excuses for your slight of hand disappearing act that often leaves behind more questions than answers I thought our free flow could never turn to free fall... Yet, here I am, wondering... if there was something I forgot to say... or do...or not do...or not say... that would have made you stay if not forever, at least until my eyes grew tired... and I could sink into your shoulders, content to cat-nap in the nape of your neck Is it too much to ask, that you remember December, How we danced, without music Opened silly gifts that brought us to childlike laughter Tied ourselves into ribbons Of warmth and tangled limbs... Preparing for the new year... Did you somehow throw away those moments with the crumpled Christmas wrapping paper... Wishing you had a gift receipt so you could exchange my love for something you really wanted... but had not gotten... Sugar plum fairy tale, without the happily ever after, I keep you, still, in a snowglobe in my thoughts... But like a snowflake, Different from any other, You've melted away by my mere mistake of trying to hold you.