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to your face?
Now I’m afraid to admit—I don’t know how I’m going to be able to do this.
How do I leave everything I know, everything I love, everything I am, to go and live with them?
It’s like a nightmare and I can’t wake up. I don’t know what to do. Please tell me, what do I do?
Love you,
Amber

caught
    Madison and I
don’t exchange words.
    She knows I’m scared
as I eat my fill of
strawberry,
lemon,
popcorn, and
cotton candy
jelly beans.
She drives,
staying close
but keeping her distance,
so he won’t notice
and try to lose us.
    We follow him to the marina,
where fishing boats bob
to the smooth jazz
of the sea.
    She grabs a parking spot
and I tell her to stay there,
sounding much stronger
than I feel.
    He hauls one of the
lead weights onto a dock.
I follow him,
the smell of fish
rising up to greet me.
    Before I know it,
he’s stepped onto a boat.
Indecision grips me.
    Do I go to him?
Do I hang back and watch?
He might be pissed
I followed him.
And yet
I don’t want
the unthinkable
to happen either.
    In the act of
weighing my options,
precious seconds tick by,
and I don’t have to choose
because he chooses for me.
    He’s there,
off the boat
and back on the dock,
looking at me.
    “Are you serious?”
    “Cade, I was worried.”
    “I said I’d call you.”
I flinch as the sharp
words come at me.
    “I know, but—”
    “Amber, I have to tell you,
I don’t like stalkers.
I mean, this is not cool.”
    I swallow and nod.
    “Stay here,” he orders.
    The sun is setting
in the distance.
I wish we were on
the beach,
watching,
playing,
laughing
like we were before.
    I close my eyes and wish.
Please remember how we were before.
    He comes back
carrying the other weight
he’d left in the car.
    He takes a deep breath,
looks at the boat for a second,
then looks back at me.
    This time,
his words are softer.
“All right.
Follow me.”

a good son
    Black letters
on the hull say
THE GAL.
    She looks much older
than the ones around her.
Smaller, too.
    I step up and over,
onto the boat,
and watch as
Cade puts the lead weight
next to the other one,
near a big net.
    “We lost a couple of these
last time we were out,” he says.
“I was supposed to replace them
after our last trip.”
    “What are they for?”
    “They keep the lines deep.
That’s where the fish are.”
Relief washes over me.
    They’re for fishing.
Not for drowning.
    “Is this your dad’s boat?”
    “Yeah.
He’s a commercial fisherman.”
    The wind has picked up,
and I wrap my arms
around myself, trying
to stay warm.
    Cade doesn’t seem to notice.
He’s scanning the boat,
like he’s lost something.
He steps past me,
and I want so much
to touch him,
to feel we’re connected again.
    But I wait,
because if drumming
has taught me anything,
it’s that timing
is everything.
    “Come on,” he finally says.
“Let’s go eat.
You must be starving.”
    But I don’t move,
because there’s something
more going on here.
    “Can I meet your dad?”
    He looks at me,
but the falling darkness
provides him
with a mask.
    “No,” he replies softly.
“Not today.”
    I guess that’s
the only hint
I’m going to get.

together again
    Back on the street,
Madison stands by her car,
the sun now tucked in tight,
the moon rising, ready
to take watch over our world.
    I hug her and say good-bye.
No explanation necessary.
She knows this
is where I need to be.
    Back in his Beetle,
a dozen questions
circle my mind like vultures.
I can’t let them move in
on this moment though.
    It’s not time.
Now is the time
to let him know
he is safe with me.
That we can have fun
and be friends,
and it can be enough.
I’ll make it be enough.

unnecessary
    I get my words ready.
I want to tell him
I won’t push him anymore.
That whatever’s going on,
it’s his business,
and whether he wants to tell me or not,
it doesn’t matter, we can still
be friends.
    Being a friend means
knowing when to push
and knowing when to pull back.
I’d forgotten that.
    I get my words