I fell deep into it;

Tried to pull you in with me. But you resisted;

Wouldn't have any part of it.

So like a wretched old man with something to hide,

I shuffled off, never to return.

You got tired of waiting

for my emergence.

Word came later that I had drowned.

You packed your things and left,

Selling the bed.

After all, it had a hole in in it.