Hannah Everette


Retrospective Crush - Poem by Hannah Everette

Another man took me out tonight, but his hair was dark.
We made painful small talk in a hotel bar
Before I cut the evening short with an excuse.

You would have laughed, I’m sure.

I can picture you still as you were:
Short, blond, crouching on top a rusting see-saw
Reciting Edgar Allan Poe.

When I hear The Bells I think of you.

You introduced me to O. Henry and Twain.
I took them to bed and they’re still there—
But you have never joined us.

Do you think of me when you read them? When you sleep?

Sometimes, I imagine we pass carts in the supermarket,
Though I wouldn’t know you today—
Last I saw you we were thirteen—

Yet I imagine that you recognize me somehow.

Do you say nothing then because you’re shy,
And your tongue is tied by the adult me
That reminds you of the younger you:

The shy boy who conversed with poetry, not people?

For years I never thought of you,
For years I couldn’t remember your name—
Now I can’t get it out of my head

Not that I seem to want to.

Am I the only crazy woman in the world
Who has picked apart her childhood
For a hint that a boy might be thinking of her as a man?

Sometimes I wonder.

Perhaps I am just grateful now for what you gave me then,
Or perhaps a part of me wants to go back to being thirteen
And thinks you can take me there,

Like a girl believes she can kiss a frog and catch a prince.

Ridiculous! I am a 21st Century woman of sophistication!
I don’t need a frog, or a kiss, or a man!

But then I stand, saner and happier than ever,
In front of a class of impatient preteens,
Reciting Edgar Allan Poe—

And when the bells ring, I still think of you.

Is it possible I was in love and never knew?

Topic(s) of this poem: edgar allan poe, love


Comments about Retrospective Crush by Hannah Everette

  • Elaine Sept (3/16/2015 12:07:00 AM)


    I really enjoyed the narrative here... I could imagine myself feeling the same way. (Report) Reply

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  • Kwai Chee Low (3/15/2015 1:32:00 AM)


    Poem in retrospection. Nice poem, Hannah; your poem is an example that a good poem need not necessary rhyme. (Report) Reply

  • Kewayne Wadley (3/15/2015 12:29:00 AM)


    Beautiful! The element of surprise, love is! (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (3/15/2015 12:15:00 AM)


    Touching. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 15, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 15, 2015


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