if the elephants have past lives
yet all destined to always remember
it’s no wonder how they scream
like you and I, they must have some temper

and I am dreaming of them on the planes
dirtying up their beds
watching for some sign of rain to cool their hot heads

and how dare that you send me that card
when I am doing all that I can do
you are forcing me to remember…

when all I want is just forget you.

rachael yamagata