You were my rebellion. You were my bad boy. My guidance. You were my tutor, my friend’s older brother, and my lover. You were my summer fling that moved into fall and winter, then melted from my life. Though the memories together, they burn like fire. I thought I finally contained them, doused them out. But an ember carried on the wind, and relit the blaze all over again. Trying to keep the memories at bay, someone else stumbles into my view. A little late, but better late then never? He’s my cowboy. He’s you in a different form. Manual labor toughens him. Strengthens his muscles. Though when he’s not working, it’s all play. Sippin’ on a cold one late at night. Sitting under the stars in the bed of his f-250 diesel. And when the ground gets muddy, take his Cherokee out to where there is no pavement. You make your own path. Maybe he’ll help douse the fire you’ve created. Maybe he’ll make it rage on more. There’s only one way of knowing.