my miniscule token
in lieu of a gift-wrapped innecessity
i will rack my brain
not my pocket

endless questions for me to ponder
dreams to mull over
holding up memories to the light
comparing scratches and stains

return the thought
accept the feeling
steal through the night with light steps
to meet in the third dimension

is there a reason for me to miss you ?
or are my words getting ahead of me ?
let me gaze into the not-so-clear
crystal ball

a perfect gift ?