When I am away do you pine?
As I do?
Do you see another–about my size and shape
whose coloring resembles mine–and sigh?
As I do?
Do you catch a familiar scent on a puff
of air and find me in your brain?
As I do you?
Do you search with your eye for some small
crumb of me in each who passes by?
As I do?
Do you, dogs of mine?
As I do?