Follow and Surprise

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.