Long Gone

You licked the corners of your mouth and spat into the sink.
White-water froth tumbled down into the neck of the plughole and disappeared with a gargle from the drain. I imagined it tumbling down the pipes, and entering the deep abyss of putrid sewage, bubbling until it was long gone.
You grabbed your towel, streaked fibres across the mirror, and started at the sight of an extra toothbrush in our cup.