a love song

Oh,
I ache to be a part of what you've got.
This heart could be ripping from my chest
tearing out of the cage within
just to be a part of what you've got
And I can't run fast enough
to catch you,
nor my breath.

uh, ha
I'm racing through your virtual streets
Seeking a familiar face
or something of a conversation;
an image that doesn't speak

who,
Where when and WHEN
did you get that song
That sets my ears on crooked head
Toward your noisy blast?
of horns and beeps, obnoxious cars
sticky city bus seats
hold me fast, faster. still