The morning starts with routine The click of a keyboard The hum of the overhead lights And then The news hits like a corrupted file. That eye was just looking at a screen That face was just part of the architecture of the workday But cancer is a system crash An unannounced deletion. The solid gray of a normal Friday twists into jagged stairs An escalator to nowhere The world glitches out in bright pinks and artificial yellows Because the reality we built together cannot sustain this absence. You are left standing at the base of a collapsing monument A human being reduced to data artifacts and memories Trying to find the face in the fragments Before the screen goes completely dark.