Subway Story

Have you ever seen a stranger on a subway platform
and wondered, as you stared, what it would be like
to hold him,
to nestle your face on his neck--
that little lover's nook--
as he reads a novel in bed

This has happened to me
and I wonder what it is
where does it come from
and does it say anything about me

Why do I desire embraces from perfect strangers?

Oh,
and as I stare
if they look back
I always make up perfect scenarios
on how life would be if we were together

for example:
in five minutes
we're on a beach--
vacation
drinking cocktails and
holding hands

later, there are even wedding bells!

is this needy
or romantic?