I blew bubbles in the bathwater , waiting for them to leave . It tickled my nostrils .
They rang again . I scanned the bathroom . He was gone . I submerged myself . I waited in the dark behind my eyes , feeling the water shift above me . My head is like a ladder sometimes . I climb down inside myself and prune in the shadows of my skull , dwelling on thoughts . Thinking . Thinking . Thinking . I think about his head a lot . How he must ' ve felt . Did he look up at the water above him ? Did he think of me when he did ? Or was it fear that filled his head whilst the water filled his lungs ? Did he say goodbye to me before he lost consciousness ?