Little Mary

Little Mary. (HAVE FUN SLEEPING.)

She is Mary.
She is seven years old.
Or at least she looks it.
And every night,
She visits me.
Just stands there, in the corner of my room.
Looking at me,
With those eyes.
The eyes that are gone.
But she's looking straight at me.
I can't move when she visits.
She'll hear.
I barely blink.
She stays there.
Inching closer each night.
This night, she's by the chair in the corner.
I blink,
I close my eyes,
She moves closer.
Then walks out of my room,
carrying an old teddy bear.
And tonight....
.......
.......
I Think I'll have a new little friend.
You.