Forgotten

It was one of the coldest days of winter. The wind was blowing heavily. The snow was falling for hours continuously, coloring the grey streets in white. The vision was not clear, because of the fog. The street lights could not shed much light to make vision clearer. Houses and big buildings seemed to be the only ones baring the weather. They kept their dark colored walls the same, while everything else turned white.

He was probably the only one walking at that time. Just like a man whose a foreigner to this place. But, he knew it well. It was where he grew up. It was time! Time has taken away those who were close to him. He walked in an empty city, remembering his wife who held his hand when she at the hospital spending her last days in this world. He remembered his two kids. He said: "We were taught that time takes away youth. But, learned that it takes company with it too". At that moment, he prayed that his kids are safe. That they do not go through what he has experienced, seeing them for the last time in the foster care. He hoped that they learned things from him that would help them with their life. He was a living soul, in this vast world. But, completely forgotten.