We sat on the steps as I wondered. Wondered why he had to leave. Wondered where he's gone. Her hands engulfed my smaller ones as she told me it would be alright. She rubbed my palms in circles to soothe me, but it was doing anything but. I was agitated. Gazing up at the grey sky and wondering 'Is that where he went?'. I asked her if she knew. She didn't. I huffed and swung my small chubby legs up and onto the ledge, facing my back to her. She beckoned for me to come closer, but I did not see, and pretended not to hear. I peered over my toes to the point where I could just barely see the dewy grass of the morning. I willed with my mind for invisible steps to bring me to him. They did not come. I heard her open the door and calling me, but again, I chose to ignore it. She sighed and closed the door behind her. 'Not angry, but not quite sad either' I thought. I looked down at the grass again, deicing that the dainty dew drops were too perfect for my liking. My world had been turned imperfect. Why should these perfect objets be allowed to remain in it? I tore off my shoes, and padded to the middle of the yard. The tendrils felt slick and wet under my feet, and were flattened as I stepped on them. 'Good' I thought. I lay down, and the grass cushioned my form, tickling my ears. I looked up again, and realized the misty haze of the morning had faded, and the gloom was no more. The sun peeked through the clouds as I let myself wonder. Wonder if he was okay. Wonder if he was up in the clouds Wonder if he knew how much I missed him.