Under the Rug

Has love ever been so hopeless
lying under the rug
swept under with the dirt and dust
only to be trampled on
by you and me during
our nightly altercation

Remember nights snuggled
under covers? Or duvet adventures
we no longer play?
Can we reclaim the pieces
under the rug without the use
of physical gains and silly games?
We stand in retribution
of each other, and then,
we turn our backs and walk away.

The house slowly deserted,
your belongings disappearing,
your presence diminishing,
my memories of you dissipating,
I find powder-pieces lying under the rug
and with a sweep,
it's all gone
and I couldn't want more.