La Gare Poem by Old Teenage Poems

I can see how other shoes
have paced the floors
how other times
have aged the tracks

I can imagine how distant sun drenched days
have paled the roofs and arcs
how distant voices and languages
have shattered against the walls

I can understand how forgotten people passing through
have with their actions changed the course of history
how forgotten traveller's dreams
have disappeared quietly through time

-yet what of that
do you, my fellow passengers, notice
when you're running towards the next
train
to leave this place behind?