I'm going to circle the drain with my finger
Watch all the pain wash away
Down the pipes... into the backyard.
There it shall sit, till it evaporates.

Whats here today will certainly be gone tomorrow.
Feel no pain, its the just passing of time.

Circle the drain with my palm
Clean the mildew.
Clean the memories.
Scrub them till they dissolve.

Whats here today will certainly be gone tomorrow.
Feel no pain, its just the passing of time.

Circle the drain with my tears.
Flow down the pipes.
Back to nothing.
Back to where the pain evaporates.

A beautiful poem, and a good reminder of the importance of looking to the future with optimism instead of dwelling on the past with sadness! Your free-verse poetry is helping to evaporate my sorrow!