[ WP ] `` Why did you come , human ? ''

He's ten and there's the ball, and his dog, and meeting her. She was all pointy elbows and wind struck hair, he was too-big and dumb with youth. He's six and watching his mother leave, thumb raw and swollen from a habit he should n't have, that Mommy never liked. He's twenty-five and falling down drunk, trying too hard to forget that there's no more dog, no more school, no more money. He's eighteen, kissing her sweet mouth on graduation night, enjoying the feel of cheap plastic cloth because it's on -her-. He's twenty-two and watching her red hair catch the sun as she drives away, too scared to fight for them. He's five and watching his mother kiss his father goodbye for work. They always used a kiss when a hello or goodbye would do. He's thirty and staring at her, wondering how much she missed him. 
 
 `` Why did you come, human?'' She asks. 
 `` Why did n't you?'' He answers.
