When it's a little too sunny
And just the right temperature
I'm reminded of a void
That has no sound
The wind is negligible
The barometer is not extreme
One couldn't ask
For a nicer day than this
But this day
Rolls up into memory
As a piece of paper
Blanked out
No longer a book
A notebook
With all the pages
Entirely blank
It's waiting to be filled
But wasn't it full before?
The sun is an objective
Perspective, watching too close
And I'd rather not be seen
Not like this
Not without any of the pages
Filled out, for the assignments
Because darkness can't come soon enough
And neither can the cold
To wash away this well-lit season
And return something to hold
Roman Ryan 