The sun was dead
The rain was alive
in the capped darkness of the day
Yet, among the sheets of black
a girl shone as bright as ember in a fire’s grate

She was alone in a library
A morgue of novels
Falling freely in a slew of books
that kept her mind unrest

The girl always read with a smile
as she breathed in the library’s aroma of dust
and trailed her fingers down every sentence
and through every punition mark

Now there was another in library,
a boy,
who always watched the girl behind his book

He would examine her movements
How she could read with her fingers
How she could see a person’s face by touching it
How she could understand a person heart by listening to their voice
and how she could taste someone’s sour attitude from a mile away

The boy snuck up on her
He sat next to her
Opened his book
and read alongside her
He did not read with his fingers
but with his eyes

When the girl finally asked what he wanted
he looked into her thick black sunglasses and asked what she was reading

She pushed away at first
Taking her cane
and turning away
But the boy would not let her go
He would not let her sink into the ruff dark waters that lapped the girl’s nightmares
He would guide her out of the dark
and into the light by hand

Even though their differences were miles apart
the boy trekked the mile everyday just so he could hold the girl in his arms
He was the girl’s anchor that tethered her to this earth
He was the book she kept tucked away in her eternal heart

The boy was the reason the girl burned brighter than a forest fire
because he was the match that lit the bright wick of the girl’s new serendipitous life