A whisper in my ear.
A tickle on my cheek.
The past laughs
And plays its games.
Although I am tired.
Breathe in calm,
Exhale screams.
The past is giddy
For it is unforgettable,
Regrettably so.
And there are sadly
No more dustless spots
On the display shelf.
So it tends to follow
And sometimes surprises.