The Vanishing Act Poem by Austin Wheeler

I'm always everpresent and available,
At least until I really am nonexistent.
Yet I am only everpresent because of investment,
And only available when unaware.
I'm within one's reach if I can touch their face.
No one knows how I can erase
My life from under their stares,
But it is too simple:
Just walking away and dwellin in the shadows of a person's conscience, I vanish.
I'm still here but the person chooses to forget so things can be visible and lit.
The newfound breeze within the shade of their overheated minds will cool my core and steal my pigmentation,
At least until the day I reappear