The Last Look

He stood before the ruins of his past, breathing in the scent of lost

time. As he exhaled, the weight of memories tightened his grip.

Every step echoed through the hollow halls of what used to be home.

A single image remained, a ghost of a life long forgotten.

Then, he saw it. A discarded piece of his own innocence.

The touch of the worn wood brought back the flood. A time of

laughter, love, and the golden warmth of belonging. But the sun

had set on that world long ago. One last tear for everything he