I came over one evening, expecting to feast.
You and your friend gave birth to an elephant,
and although I insisted on poaching it down,
something that was to do entirely with me,
and coded in you and promoted by her,
a monkey wrench was thrown into something
too simple, too essential, I attempted to tame it.

The short of it was, you were moving away.
The long, long, long of it was, you weren’t.
No matter the case, the elephant survived to see
more nights and days until the memories made.
I don’t know where you are anymore.
But if ever again I’m popped with such a dilemma,
I’ll know the right answer, regardless is to fail it.