Your song arrives from far away with no signs of distress. It was a surprise. I did not know that you had my address. I had to sign for it. It’s good that I was in. You never know when something like that will come your way again. I took it out, I tried it on to see if it would fit. I spent at least a day or two familiarizing myself with it. It says that you are happy. It says that you are well. It says one or two other things that few people think to tell. Having sung it once or twice, it seems to suit me fine. Almost to the point where I sing it as if it were mine.
You never know what kind of ghosts you are going to meet. Some only come out at night. Some are less discreet. Some fade into the background. Some feed on our fear. Some are like objects in the mirror. They are closer than they appear. Some mess with the temperature. Some rearrange the shelves. Some of them get so bored they start to haunt themselves. Some of them keep their distance. Some try to earn our trust. After a while some of them start to look like us.