Mourning in the Sea of Blue

The sea of blue.
Should really be a sea of black.
He feels like mourning,
Not celebrating.
And yet,
Everyone seems so much happier than him.
His best friend, the girl he loves.
She's happy and he's sad.
He remembers telling her that he wished it would never end.
Once upon a time.

And when they stand up,
And throw their worries into the air,
Finally free,
He can't do it.
He stands with tears rolling down his cheeks.
Hat in hand,
Looking at the sky for answers.

And when the fireworks are over,
And parents are rushing to meet their kids,
He runs, with tears in his eyes.
Pushes.
He makes a scene.
Everyone know how he feels.
Because, like him,
They are all dying too.
On the inside.