HannahElisabeth

The curse of bad timing

Years and years gone by

Couple hundred miles apart

And here I come to find

You with that old piece of my heart

 

And just like that, I’m taken back

To whiskey lips and cigarettes. My old car and you’re shotgun

Going nowhere for hours,

Entranced on parking lot pavement. Wondering how we got here. After months of clumsy

small talk, stolen glances

And you’re beaming as I tell you of my plans to paint my furniture, dumbfounded as to

why you’re so enraptured

Said we should go home soon, but talk is cheap, and no one moves

My god, your smile lights up the room - or any space - for now, my car

And suddenly I’m falling hard

You admit, we both are—shifting quickly into past tense

 

Harder still, we go

 

Wine glass in my hand, you’ve got that look again. This is why you couldn’t look at me,

you say. You knew you’d give yourself away. Both madly in love with the smallest of

details…

Old typewriter in the corner,

Your eyes,

Your voice,

Impassioned rants about music and how you love Joyce

That look you had every time I bit my lip, at one point was subconscious then I did

it just to see it

Riding top down in my car, adventures with our playlists

Already knowing I’m going to wreck this. Came out of the blue, we didn’t expect this

Crying in your arms with no explanation. Young and naïve and afraid of

commitment. Finger on the trigger, I can taste the resentment

 

Just like the bad habits I was trying to break then,

I kept pieces of you everywhere that I went. From the Jameson in my veins, taste of

menthol-bummed-cigarettes, typewritten font, and that scene from Atonement

My notebook meant for history, filled more with love notes to you

But you’d already moved

 

And then I, onto other things, building different lives

 

There were reasons I didn’t see you when you came to visit

Wasn’t just him who stopped me, though I do still regret it

I knew myself better than to risk it. Guess I finally worked through

my fear of commitment

 

Favorite whiskey on the rocks now burns for different reasons. And that one song by The

Beatles now carries different meanings

 

-And yes, I remember, I remember now. I just gave it a listen-

 

And just like that, I’m taken back

To whiskey lips and cigarettes

Years and years gone by

Couple hundred miles apart

And here I come to find

I have that old piece of your heart.