by Cherise Wolas

She loved him first. Then he loved me


We pulled on snow boots


It was only rain, but it was hard


I wanted boots to get me from here to there


When she was gone, I was here and there 

They were related in some far off Russian way


We were related, her and me


And so I guess he and I were related too.


But martinis, after the second


We didn't feel related, not in that way


We felt


Meant to be


We had thirds


And then we felt destined


Then we tried out destiny


And destiny failed us


Then he loved me


And I loved him


Forever more


We would be


He and me


I and him


Ever the one that ran away.