Oblivion

I want you to hold me again
Now that I'm all gone, far away

To be placed in a cocoon
Of aerial, sentient touch

And when you’re with me
The scary ones become tame

Under your eyes,
I find myself more beautiful than before

You make me strong
When, really, I am not but a blade of grass

Just as you make me weak,
Never closer to dying than at the cusp of life

I know nothing
I know all I need to know