An Oblivion

Take the palm of your hand and place it onto mine.

Now hold my hand. Squeeze it.

I'm going to need you to stay right here beside me for this part.

See, as I told you, I'm afraid. 

I saw a ghost last night and it was me. 

I was floating towards the edge of an oblivion.

So, squeeze my hand and ask me to repeat these words:

“I am not afraid.”

With your voice in my head, they sound braver.

And I've found that the words you've whispered in my ear

are now memories. 

And you can fill an oblivion with memories.

I've found that when it's dark out

and the wind is tearing my front yard apart,

and I'm scared my house will float away with me in it,

the sound of your voice keeps me grounded and safe in my bed,

even if my house is floating away into an oblivion.