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?