The curse of bad timing

Notice of absence from HannahElisabeth
Taking a long overdue mental health vacation. I will check in when I can.

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


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.


  • BusyB

    Very clever!

  • Fozzy

    Love that

  • Teddy.15

    what an epic, she loves you yeh yeh yeh and james joyce? whickey and all what a fabulous title to go with a magnificent poem, reminds me of my old life. when i had this one boyfriend i was madly in love with but for all the wrong reasosn Thank you. lol love this Hannah, you are the talented one my friend. x

    • HannahElisabeth

      Teddy, it was actually "Don't let me down" of all things lol. And yes, James Joyce!
      Funnily enough, I won a game of "what was the silliest reason you fell for someone" and the answer was an old typewriter...

      You are as well, don't forget that 🖤

      • Teddy.15

        lol very original peice my friend. 🤗

      • Doggerel Dave

        The geography of one of your relationships well scanned, Hannah.
        I speculate that everyone caries pieces of past relationships within them – hopefully positive pieces; yours sound positive, learnt from and definitely not bitter. A well textured story I enjoyed.

        • HannahElisabeth

          Oh most definitely a positive piece, despite the slightly negative title. I'm glad you enjoyed my little walk down memory lane with me

          • Doggerel Dave

            I definitely need the exercise in lockdown. I can look forward to regular little walks, I hope....

          • 4 more comments

          • Coyote

            This is a wonderful poem Hannah. Hauntingly beautiful and poetically moving. Love the reference to the Beatle's and the Old Typewriter 🙂

            • HannahElisabeth

              Thank you friend! Nice to see you back around!

            • L. B. Mek

              reads like words
              being whispered to our ears, intensely private
              love the drink theme, linking
              as metaphor and anchor, for your poem
              reminds me of an old post
              I shared, titled
              'Saudade in a savoured cup'..
              (thanks for sharing, dear Poet
              such a great read)

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