memo

i haven't heard
from you in awhile,
not a word, a peep,
as they say, by
phone or e mail,
or text or cans
tied together with
string. i'm
pondering the quiet.
i've built a
hundred scenarios
explaining it all,
and then tore them
down. it's probably
something i said,
or did, or didn't
do. it's hard to
know exactly with you.
i try to hand
out apologies at
the first of each
new year to cover
the mistakes i'll
surely make as the
days go by, but
perhaps you didn't
get that memo.