Humble and nice if you say me once, Not chant if you say me twice, I am no boast of me me me, Yet I share fast on every screen.

I arrive to ruin the fun, Before the show has even begun, I beg for eyes, for ears to hear, Yet all just wish I'd disappear

Forwards I am heavy. Backwards I am not. What am I?

I am the ghost of morsel's past, invisible to the naked eye. Every time you let me pass, you swear that something died.

I steal a moment from its first show, Dress it in new light, and let it go. No byline needed for what I host, Whisper my name, I am