Diamonds.Are.Dead

I let it go.
The song is lost.
I don't know what happened.
It was my favourite;
I listened to it everyday.
It goes unheard for fifteen years,
Until the day when your own heartbreak unexpectedly finds its due date.
This happens the moment the song takes you by surprise,
Trickling from some radio to retie the frayed laces of your years.
It all comes back.
Why had I forgotten?
The night is filled with the sweet notes of my song,
Pulling me down into a dreamless sleep.
But when I wake,
Only a dumb central phrase sours in my memory.
Again...fading fast.
It will be forgotten.
Do I need it? Can I live without it?
I have for this long.
After all, in an uncertain world,
It's reasonable certainty this forgotten song needs me even less than I need it.