Presence.

Slow and silently fade into the back of the room,
Behind their faces and out of their thoughts.
This is so important...To observe and collect the pieces they drop.
I am the remains, I hold it all.
In the back of the room, move,
Encircle them all, Leave no one truly alone.
Slowly and diligently float around the room, and away from their eyes. 
In, then out of their thoughts, becoming a memory that stains the back of their minds.
I have the gift to go where no one else wants to be, and live how no one else wants to live.
My presence is my all, and nothing else matters.
This is what I need.
This is who I am. 
Leave nothing to wonder,
No questions to be asked. 
Slowly and silently, fade away forever.