The Letter - Eleanor Friedberger

Artificial rendezvous

Put the letter in the fire

Oh my god, I thought of you

Pacing deep as the river

Leave things as you said them

She has photos of the party, her and him

It’s a mash-up, small kindness

Two glasses of wine, Jameson

The opposite of what he thought he thought

The opposite of what she wanted

(I thought that you would know)

The opposite of what he thought he thought

(I thought that you would feel something)

The opposite of what she said

Now all we do is fuel, refuel

Yak, yak, yak

With seventeen years away

Let’s dream of goodbyes

But don’t go

I asked you how much it cost

Inside I had to leave the arcade

On K Road I found some pills

And the «me» part of me felt saved

I lay down at Queen’s Wharf for hours

When the pain ended I won a prize

The opposite of what I thought I thought

And you were probably in the sun by nine

The opposite of what he thought he thought

The opposite of what she wanted

(I thought that you would know)

The opposite of what he thought he thought

(I thought that you would feel something)

The opposite of what she said

Now all we do is fuel, refuel

Yak, yak, yak

With seventeen years away

Let’s dream of goodbyes

But don’t go