Faith enough to tell me, “Give your mind away.” Faded like daylight turning into grey. Kicked from the table talk of the tabletop. Trust to make me stay. It exists but is it mine anymore? When this began, could you give me what was mine to take? Or could you guess that this would fade away? Ripped like a faded spot from the tablecloth. I covered up my face cause it’s fading. It isn’t mine anymore. Watered their heads. The rain came from your mouth. I saw you hollow out and look back at me with nothing in your eyes, and I could look straight through. There was a time when our vision could find it. The silver in the clay. It exists but is it mine anymore? Gold in the mattress says we’ll pay this off. But we sunk into it and your face was gone and my face was gone. But your faith is gone and my faith is...