Falling

One time I stood on the platform
of Eureka Skydeck, felt my breath catch
as the glass floor dropped away.

An illusion that felt like falling
while standing still—the same way
I feel today, watching you struggle

for the right words to convey
how the light blooming
for twelve weeks inside you

has gone dark. Wind
rushes past. I hear the floor crack.
The world spins away.