Where were you when the asking
of me became the way? 

Needing to fade slightly
From the light and the play
Creating the surface
Shining and ripe for scratches
In shapes portraying the delays

The need to fade,
It’s taking me away
because the place I leave 
Is the place I cannot presume
Of making mine enduringly
	And continuing
To breath
    And be
      The same
As the image that became
Distorted by the very same
Shadows intimidating me into
Taking the blame