From Pacific Station I walked the muddy banks of the San Lorenzo Climbed down to the place where We used to kiss beneath the bridge I cradled your one last thing I'd kept for all these years I Felt tears roll into my beard As it spindled away Into the river mouth Then out to sea I bit off my fingernail When I saw its bobbing monkey tail below the scum Sent a piece of sensitive mail To the wrong place Watched the mailman drive away I dove in with my hoodie on and my hood filled up with goo A piece of kelp got my leg and held me until I resigned my shoe I met eyes with a passing gull, laughing from Up above And as if in some laugh-track bit, it snatched up its tail And then it vanished Behind the bluff Fate herself had phoned me with an order to let you go But I lay there, unmoving, even so