The crickets chirping outside my window
Remind me that certain feelings
Stain even the smallest details

I told myself
That things would feel different by this time
(And they do)
But in the same way a song is a time capsule
And a mode of temporary time travel
These crickets sound a lot like the ones that chirped away
While I thought what I felt back then
Would feel familiar forever

Then again
I guess they all do