Empty Arms

My arms are so empty, dear.
Yet I feel your warmth
Beneath my fingertips
Hear your gentle sighs
In my ears
Though years fall away
Like autumn leaves.

I wonder
Do you feel as I?
Sometimes your name
Leaks from my lips
Into the slipstream
And it seems so natural
As though you may answer.

Have you ever spoken my name
Into the dark
Hoping for a reply
An answer in the night?

Last night I saw a woman
Looking much like you.
As we passed in the street
I nearly looked back
But stopped
Afraid I may call out
Your name
And embarrass myself.

I look for you
In every corner shop
Down the avenues
In taxicabs and cars passing.
I wonder
Do you look for me, too?

Are your arms as empty
As mine?