I stand quietly
At the precipice of this world
Questioning how thick the
Abstract existence of these clouds is
I looked at the possibility
Of touching them
As if they were tangible
Corporeally soft
And then I looked at you
As if you were my cornerstone
My valley oak
Every fragment of meaning
In this corrosive place
And I was scared to say the words
That cancel out all that is ephemeral
Words like forever, always, eternally
Words that mean nothing
Cause we haven't felt them
Like we couldn't touch the clouds
Like we couldn't touch the soft breeze
And I was terrified
Of what I felt
I was terrified of feeling nothing