crickets
i hear your chirping through the restless night;
for some an unwelcome sound - loud and shrill,
but still ever so melodic.
your voice rings,
a song of nostalgia:
summer nights of lake water and campfire conversation,
blowing wind and faint stars.
sometimes i wonder what you're saying,
why you're saying,
but it doesn't matter too much, does it?
your long grass nests keep you company as my unfamiliar bed does.
i never wanna go home.
01/04/23
- ch.rlie