The Kickstand on the chair is apparently an aesthetic
Touch as it did nothing to stop me from collapsing
To the floor when I read your note.

What would have stopped the fall? A call?
Would an awkward exchange before a toppling
Blow catapulting me backwards have been
Better or worse? The vertigo at the shock that
We were no longer we would destine me for a free fall.

I was bound to fall to Earth though the damage of the
Collision wouldn’t be revealed until I hit the floor.

The world looks different from this altitude but I know it isn’t.
I thought you would seem so much larger from down here.