Sun, Sun Mr. Golden Sun Please Shine Down On... Somebody Else

Oh dear.
Today really is a good day.
But this piece still came.
And it's still honest.
But don't take that to mean more than it does.
Every hour holds something different and this just happened to be the poem that wanted out.
And, it's concise, and I kind of like it.
And it's been about a month since I've written anything, so it was about time.

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The sun is shining on all these memories
So in that regard I'd prefer rain clouds, down pours,
Or a late season freeze.
I can't enjoy the temperate climate
or a cool spring day
Without thinking of everything beautiful
And how
How it rarely stays.
I mean, it feels so good and it looks so nice
But I'm out here in it and there's this covert price,
Hidden, until it's not.
It's similar to pain, but not quite that.
It's a lot like emptiness, as a matter of fact.
It's more like confusion than sadness or despair,
And me?
I just want to get there
Where?
Oh, I stare and I stare and I stare
Out into the abyss that is futurepastpresent,
This, what we know of existence.
But I can't really see this place where I want to be.
So right now I battle the sun light and I curse the cool breeze,
In hopes that we'll someday be friends
And I'll love them like they love me.