Again and again, I stepped forward and picked up my foot, pirouetting on the tip of my tippiest toes, ignoring the throbbing pain of the little stubby ends of me. Down up, down up, down up and again and again the cycle repeated. My hands went from a widespread eagle's wings to a gigantic 'O' in front of me like I was in a forever replay mode.

Again and again the tears fell, slipping and sliding down from my eyes. Again and again, the cycle continued.

And again and again, I asked myself, why?

You must have missed it, you always do.