There he stands in the corner where the big black spiders also lurk. He keeps still and quiet while we plan our meals, laugh with our friends, listen to our music, read our books. Now and then we mention him and we discuss his shape and colour and move on. He comes with us to the restaurants, the parties, the shopping centres, people don't seem to see him.
Sometimes when we plan for next summer, or celebrate a birthday or especially when a cross word is spoken, a why do you always or a why can you never..he lifts his tail or curls his trunk ready to show his presence; but then retreats to the shadows. Tomorrow we will pack him away with the wine we will take back; with the clothes we never wore; he will twitch a little when we wonder, but don't voice maybe, the question about when and how we will return, bald maybe; less than the full complement of lungs maybe.
One day, hopefully a long way off, he will rampage through our world and break the pots and the pictures, devastate our order, upset our children and their children and then turn and mourn, as elephants do, his old companion.