to how the elephant in your room
occasionally clears her throat
when conversation strays too far,
and accepted that your leather couch
may never be the same again,
you will notice her long eyelashes,
and as sometimes happens between
close acquaintances, start to imitate
the wide, astonished look in her eyes.
And then one fine morning
she will get up without warning and leave,
wrecking the front door, again, going out.
But don't worry, like so many other things
fixed with time, she will send you a smaller
version of herself, almost pocket sized,
that you can carry wherever you go
and almost nobody will need to know
she is there.