Ghosts of the Past

Sometimes
Somethings
From your past
Turn into
Things
That haunt you
In your present.

A similar ringtone as the one you had
When you were at your weakest.
Songs that played.
Places you visited.
People you met.

Everything.
However insignificant,
Makes your heart skip a beat
In fear of remembering
A version of you
That once existed.