What yellow brick road(?)

I was thinking I would see her today. Sittin down on the front porch with a cloudy haze of smoke playin in my face... It all began to to turn white. The edges were smeared with white and the circle closed in. For a moment I spoke to her. She was there alone. Still standing there with her pants down. Not a frown, but lost. Watching him walk away. The fence seemed to be getting closer as his long strides carried him into the distance. Soon his strides were met with a pace that latched onto the fence and then over. I never saw him again. I never knew him before. Pants still down and afraid to leave from behind the brick wall. Nothin yellow about that one. It was dark, although daylight was peeking around the corner. Other kids were riding bikes, playing carroms and laughing as children do. It was my first deliverance into the darkness with so much sunshine just around the corner. I had to pull my own pants up. I suppose it was something positive that my mother taught me. Maybe it was my father, I don't know. What I do know is that she's still there. Stuck behind the wall. Pants down. Tears escaping her little eyes. No one noticed. Not one adult. No one came to help her. Not one adult. I talked to her today. I told her it was okay to come from behind that wall. I was going to protect her. I was going to console her. I was going to hug her and let her know that she didn't have to be there anymore. Sometimes she motions towards me. Other times I sit and stare and she does the same. Three and a-half years old. Not much life in this little body. At least not enough to defend herself. I watched her walk out from that space. Pants up. Fearful of the teasing from the other children. I watched her walk out, but noticed she had left so much behind. She still remains behind that wall. Pants down. Tears escaping her little eyes. She didn't know that she had left herself. Only Three and a-half. Only moving from where he left her. By herself. Helpless. Alone.