The Days We Didn't Count

I Believe
Dan Romer

As a kid, friendship felt effortless, playing outside was top tier

Neighborhood bike rides, chalk art, bubble machines

Running in the sprinklers, creating 20-step hopscotch

Time was infinite, the world was small, nothing else mattered.


Sleepovers, play dates, birthday parties at the roller rink

Watching Disney shows in pajamas while making pancakes

Arts and crafts, friendship bracelets, filming funny videos

Time was infinite, the world was small, nothing else mattered.


We’d see each other every day at school

We’d see each other at extra-curriculars

We’d see each other every evening to play outside

Time was infinite, the world was small, nothing else mattered.


Inside jokes that we’d laugh until our stomachs hurt

Family ski trips, trick-o-treating, baking apple pie

Watching Harry Potter until our eyes closed from sleepiness

Time was infinite, the world was small, nothing else mattered.


Even when college came around, we stayed close

FaceTime, holiday break get togethers, ski weekends

We always knew when we’d see each other again

Time still felt infinite, the world was growing, but nothing else mattered.


College graduation, pandemic, stay-at-home

Nature walks, movie nights, ski weekends

Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Stranger Things

Time still felt infinite, the world was growing, but nothing else mattered.


Then one day everything seems to change all at once

You’re getting married? You’re moving where? 

Your job is what? When do you have time to…?

Time is finite, the world is vast, and suddenly, everything matters.


Busy work schedules, nonstop calendars, constant go-go-go

Work commitments, conflicting schedules, too tired after a full day

Always meaning to reach out, always waiting for the right time

Time is finite, the world is huge, what truly matters?


We don't realize we're living in the good old days until we look back on them

As kids, we saw our friends every day

We never thought to count the days between seeing each other

Now, who knows when I will see you next?


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