"we used to be wild- don't let them tame you" he said to me one night at that little bar with the fluorescent light behind his head and i didn't know what he meant, but i listened to him anyway because he felt like he had something to tell me. that night we didn't go home. we drove to his dad's lake house and all of us sat around a bonfire in plastic white chairs and we threw bottle caps into the flames as the sky lightened. i went in and slept on the couch and he came and sat next to me and held my hand for a minute and then got up and slept somewhere else. maybe on the floor. maybe he didn't sleep at all.
when we woke up hours later he drove me home. his car was loud and there was dew on the grass and i remember looking over at him and i knew i wouldn't see him again.
