Thursday, January 28, 2010


"I don't even know what I was running for---I guess I just felt like it."
- Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger (1919-2010)


Did I hear you in the street last night before I went to sleep?
I heard you clicking on the train; I heard you tapping at my seat
I heard you echo from the mountaintops when I called out your name
I heard you when I realized we no longer looked the same

I think I heard you faintly in Paris and Peru
I heard you in California at the San Francisco Zoo
And pulsating through my headphones
Through my pillow, through my sheets

But every time I heard you think all I really heard were beats.

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