The strays

Trapped. He had let me in, but had no intention of letting me out. Everyday was the same as if the seasons never changed. All I remembered was a fire one November night. He was to be my hero. Who was he? Ashes still flow in through the air. I had showered since then, but I could still feel the ash. Did it really happen? I wish I could fly away and move into the inky sky filled with shiny lights. This time I wanted to remember. Only one way to find out. Don't say anything.