Love gets buried
under bad days
in the trash
forgotten to be taken out.
And that one loose handle
on the kitchen cupboard door
that
no one
ever
*******
fixes.
Love gets buried
under bills
and no jobs
crumbling buildings
and terrorism.
Love gets buried
screaming and muffled
under the sound
of alcoholic neighbors
who always win
because they’re drunker and louder.
Love gets buried
and forgotten
under countless
unpaid parking tickets
lost souls for loved ones
and motel drug overdoses.
Love gets buried
under friends dying too soon
before they ever had the chance
of a fully realized life.
Love gets buried
under the heartless shuffle of HMO’s
finding things that aren’t there
and not treating things that are.
Love gets buried
under lost blood tests
and bad carpet.
Love gets buried
and sometimes love resurrects.
And sometimes
love just gets buried.