Remember those days,
when we’d jump in the car and find ourselves
somewhere fifty miles south?
Or when we’d decide on a Wednesday
that it was the time for an adventure,
the purple pom pom on your dashboard
fluttering in the summer wind.
Where did those days go?
Why have we left them behind,
the exhilarating, spontaneous, unsure
best days of our lives?
We have traded them for days locked in,
watching the snow fall outside rather
than being the ones outside chasing it.
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 9:36 PM UTC
Remember those days,
when we’d jump in the car and find ourselves
somewhere fifty miles south?
Or when we’d decide on a Wednesday
that it was the time for an adventure,
the purple pom pom on your dashboard
fluttering in the summer wind.
Where did those days go?
Why have we left them behind,
the exhilarating, spontaneous, unsure
best days of our lives?
We have traded them for days locked in,
watching the snow fall outside rather
than being the ones outside chasing it.