(I found some music new to my ears.  From Indian Lakes is a band that mixes acoustics and electric guitars over somber lyrics.  Day 248…)

I was only afraid of the things you were too kind to say.  Now only a ghost remains..

Fear is seeing you
Reaching for you
And not touching you
My hand
Passing through
Like strangers’ greetings
It’s nice to hear
But not necessary to life

Without you
The dark becomes a place where I try to convince myself
There’s nothing to be scared of
The sheets moving
Showing curves reminiscent of
Yours
Give me chills
Because they’re not yours
And I wonder
What died in here.