For Those Who Are Forgotten

I remember so many songs that I’ve loved, and all the times I’d listen to each one. Again and again because I couldn’t capture enough of the beauty that so deeply appealed to me, that made me feel alive.

Again and again, clinging to each one as if in fear that listening to anything else would break the spell and make me forget the one that enthralled me. Denying that my passion was doomed to be fleeting.

But it always was.

Novelty would turn to mediocrity, excitement would be numbed by repetition. The love that I felt so purely would inevitably be sucked away. The outlying song left punished for the sole crime of being exceptional.

But I realize, people are no different.

I am no different.

For you, I am the song that you listened to until it turned stale. I am the one who you loved with all the passion in the world, so long as it didn’t dry up.

But it did.

I am the one who you let slip away, forgotten. Replaced by new temptations that only wipe me from your heart.

I am the flame that burned too bright to ever last.

And so I didn’t.