A displacement of sorts and thoughts

It was only
a matter of time
before all hell
broke loose and
I found myself
none the wiser.
It all started
when we moved
in together,
I left my words
all over the place
I never picked up
after myself
but I knew where
I could find them
if I had to.
She, on the other hand
was so neat and tidy,
everything had to
be in its place
and so my thoughts,
my words were
either misplaced, hidden or
at the very worst
vacuumed.
Yep! In the end
I was lost for words
except for the odd
letter or two I found
in the rubbish bin.
Anyway, that’s my story.
Can you spare me a thought?