I felt the wind whip past me as the train carried it's passengers to their destination
Inconsequentially they boarded, stepping into the car from the platform of the station -
Several seconds too late, the stairs gave way to my departure
That departure now flying on its' heels while I wait as the cold air became harsher
Each passenger that stepped through those sliding glass doors -
Their eyes reveal no indication of the years they store
An origin from somewhere & had I boarded, I could implore
I could search for the tales of their adolescence, for the scars of their wars
Yet the sliding glass door closed five steps before me, my presence ignored
Carrying with it my future I could have lived had I made it aboard
On it rides my unknown comrade, a toast at my wedding I'll never know
Seemingly insignificant directions of a life divine intervention chose to forego
If I had made it on, would my script be re-written?
Shedding my past selves like the skin of a snake, my recognition hidden