cleanliness

You lie there, and watch the cobwebs grow,
each day a  new strand
as  other life forms , quietly
swell and ebb past you

swirling around you
surrounding you, whispering
goodbyes into your ears
even as you lie,fixed

in your beliefs of a
perfect world,
progenies,
lives,

cobweb-free ceilings
wrinkle-free faces
crease -free  tuxedos (which you want
your sons to forever be
adorned in )

complaint -free existence
stain-free table-tops
termite -free cupboards
odor-free refrigerators

where all can you
swipe your broom?
even the best witches
with their magically -endowed

brooms have failed
to clean the
detritus/grime life leaves
behind.

some treasure them
rather.
choosing to call them
memories/mementoes.