Removing Me

Down on my knees,
I scrape and scrub,
Tiled corners,
The bathroom tub,
Pull out the stove,
Clean behind the radiator,
Every speck of dirt,
Every single hair,
Every sign that I,
Ever have lived there,
It was my home,
Filled with my presence,
Now I remove,
Every last essence,
Of my existence,
Completely clean,
So even the best CSI team,
Could run their tests,
With scientific care,
And never prove,
That I’ve lived there.