The sky was not always blue,
tracks twisted into clouds,dipped into fog,
and I screamed without sound.

There were moments I closed my eyes,
pretending the drop wasn't real,
that the spinning would stop.

Then you appeared-
not with fanfare,
but with quiet hands gripping
the rail beside mine.

We didn't speak,
but I felt the steadiness of your breath
as the ride hurled us forward.

You didn't promise safety,
just presence.
And somehow that changed everything.

The loops still come,
the sudden falls,the weightless silence-
but now,I look over
and you are still there.

Not holding me back,
not leading ahead,
just riding with me.