Wheres

I do not wish that you were here
The day outside is far too bleak
Ugly, and extremely drear,
And so it has been this whole week
No, it would be too bad to seek
Your presence here, and make you feel
The pain I feel. But I might tweak
That wish to say, with more appeal,
I wish I were with you, to deal
With all you much experience:
Which, though I know it can still keel
Over, and show some evidence
Of its own suckiness, I'm quite
Certain beats this ill-shaped night.