I'm just 33 and still lonely.... They say I'm crazy for working at the old bookstore, Somewhere no one looks, They think I'm chasing ghosts. But I saw him again, Swear I did. In the backseat, clutching that stuffed lion I buried with him. Same sleepy eyes. Same pout when he's hungry. He looked right at me. The man holding him said his name was Ben. But I heard it-Eli. He said Eli. Just under his breath. Like he knew I was listening. Like he wanted me to come. So I followed. Asked nicely . He laughed. Said he didn't have a son Lied to my face. They all do. He screamed like the others. cried for someone else. But when blood hit the floor, it spelled out Eli. I'm sure of it. Sometimes... sometimes I dream of a tiny grave. Dirt under my nails. A closed casket. But that's just a dream. Right? Right? he's not gone. he's just.... somewhere else. Taken. Hidden I just haven't found the right man yet. Soon. My baby's waiting. He knows Mama's coming -_______
