Escalator

I run through the gate

Dragging the suitcase

Stumbling on the steps

Of the escalator

A man in front

With an impatient grunt

Gives way to me,

(the clumsy navigator)

I turn to smile

It takes a while

To find the face

Familiar beyond measure

The smile is halted

The eyes are haunted

A burst of memories

Sadness..... yet pleasure

He picks the bag

Fallen from my hand

We stare stunned

At the lover, the friend

The fingers slack

The hand goes back

The escalator has,

Reached it's end.

-Piyu