Hold me close and hold me fast...

I saw you this morning on the bus. You had short hair, silvery-gray glasses, and a big smile that caught my attention. You stood in front of, and slightly over, me -- close enough that I could smell the soap you used.

Your blue-striped button-down was wrinkled, and though you wore pleated pants, the disheveled look was most endearing. Though you kept looking down, I did notice you watching me.

Your hand was clutching the bar right above mine, strong and manly. God, I wish you would have held mine. Just when I got the nerve to say something, the bus pulled up to the stop, and we all spilled out...and then you were gone and I was left with my music and the chill in the air. It's a great day for a warm embrace.