Train ride

I always stepped off the escalator
And into your arms
The Vietnamese station-master
always watching
One day you were late.
He laughed
Said
“he left you. Why don’t you
come home with me?”
I laughed too.
Not many moons later
He saw me again
Step off the escalator
Into no one’s arms
Started to laugh
Then he saw my eyes.
I said
“this time you’re right.”
This time he didn’t laugh
And neither did I.