Which?

Was that your breath which

riffled the waters,

shivered me, made me pull up

my collar?

 

Was that your whisper which

I strained to hear,

craning my neck amidst

busy-ness?

 

Was that your touch which

tightened my scrotum and

made me sweat on a

cold night?

 

Was that your laugh which

sent me stupidly searching

the dense heave of a

dark bar?

 

Was that your face which

I glimpsed from a crowded bus,

hemmed in and unable to

get off?

 

Was that you?