minus the sarcasm
like the rolling waves of the ocean that swallow the troubles away,
like the pelting rain that washes the vexing grim on the ground away,
like freeing the bird from its cage...
like the penny the old grandma stuck in a box wearily away,
like the love letters of ex-lovers stashed hastily away,
like the prized possession tucked safely away,
like the memories that slipped away...
Away, it came, and be gone again.
