“When the day is gray, I am not very gay. We've never quite thought we'd ever feel this way. To the cliche that the people will say. The sky is crying alongside me, it seems as if this pain will remain. Not to our knowledge it was the bed you made, from now on you'll forever lay. To the broken eyes with wilted hearts, to the face he portrayed with a longing gaze. As the wet eyes trace the walls that contain many frames. To the strong man, you’ll forever portray. My love to you and the same as our blood. I’ll never forget the silence that followed a thud. For this day is gray and I am not very gay.”                                                                                             

                                                                      -hj