UNEXPECTEDLY

You bid yourself to my thoughts without even having been invited,

You traffic my sentiments without asking for my consent.

However, yes, evidently, I think a lot 'bout you...

For you've put yourself in the interior of me.

I can hear your words resonating 

And all that you've always let be dragging.

I have arranged everything in the drawer of my memory since your departure. 

But you come again regularly to get off one's chest of our good moments.

And me... I still let you gatecrash without saying anything, of course, no regret...

No doubt, I love that way when you invite yourself unexpectedly into me.