Nothing beautiful

If you dont remember the beauty in me,
And I dont remember the beauty in you-
When the day is long gone,
And all is done and dusted -
We realize in our lonesome space-
That we created nothing beautiful.
If for days you had lain beside each other,
To wake up every morning together-
When everything has fallen through
And you dont reach out in memory-
Then all the time we spent,
Were nothing but wasted moments.
Lust is just,
When no-one has to adjust.
But when one is called to commiserate -
That alone obviates the penultimate.
Umbra-d dreams and Umbrella-d deeds -
All cascade into one eventuality -
That you and I created nothing beautiful.
When the voiceless asked you to stay,
You heard the call of the wild
To stray.
To you, home would be the Mamma's love-
Open your eyes, love -
Her kiss is but a bite.
When the hearth has no heart -
How can life sustain?
 At the end of the day,
When the tired body finds solace
In his own lair -
Instead of the home we thought we created,
Then who's the liar?