I've got visitors,
Frequent regular visitors.

They drop by as and when,
sometimes it depends on mood,
sometimes the weather,
sometimes some words that trigger,
sometimes some photos,
sometimes some scents,
sometimes silence.

I can't control the frequencies
nor the intensities.
I can't control how long the stay,
nor how much stays after.
I can't control the mood it brings
nor what follows.

I can't control our memories
They visit me.