Saturday, August 11, 2012

Death Of The Catcher




I remember when I met you
You were acting out the scenes
Of characters in movies
Like most kids in their teens
We were filled with foolish notions
And the angst that burned inside
We were driven to excesses
When we found no place to hide
We shared our darkest secrets
Blood brothers ‘til the end
Until the pain consumed you
And I lost my closest friend
I thought that I could save you
In the end, no one’s that strong
When you believe that life’s a hard way
Like the words in that last song
But life goes on and so did I
Time heals wounds, this is true
And I buried those old feelings
Just the way they buried you
And most days I don’t feel the pain
I never feel alone
Until I heard the news today
That Holden Caulfield’s gone
cn – 1/28/2010

1 comment:

  1. I started writing this one when J.D. Salinger died. I wanted to write about Holden Caulfield, but realized how much my late friend, Lee McMullin, was like Holden. Lee was a friend like no other, but his despair ultimately led him to take his own life twenty-three years ago.

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