New Poem, Echoes

This is my latest poem I wrote it for a contest only to find later that it was the wrong contest so I hope you will benefit from my mistake. Thanks -Matthew Tener Wade
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He could still hear,
that long train whistle
as it came into town,
and the way it echoed
down the wide streets of the city.

He could still feel,
the rush of the steam
as it ruffled his cloths,
and dampened his hair,
setting the children all to giggles.

He could still see,
the smoke billowing
past the the tall buildings,
and the long train track
as it stretched far to the horizon.

And still he knew,
that there was no whistle
and there was no smoke
only the empty tracks
and those long empty echoes.

For they still sound,
off the buildings
and down those streets
coming back to us
as memories, only to be forgotten.