(For Nathan 1984-1999) It was bright today, under the sun. nothing was there to say when my friend held the gun chrome barrel pointed to his dome. He chuckled, and kept a smile "let me fly free" a tear strolled while he called out this plea. I watched calmly, "What do you expect on the other side?" "The sea, blue and cold, carressing me" "I bet it would be one hell of a ride." Its bright today, under the sun. nothing was there to say when my friend held the gun chrome barrel pointed to his dome. His eyes rolled as the bullet passed grinning still, silence came after the explosion. It was quite a commotion, blood running into the gutter. People ran, my feet planted to the ground eyes glimpsed as my friend slept within the cement ocean. He looked so peaceful under the sun.