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.
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