I’m an open book
If only you’d read me
But no one walks to my section of the library
They whisper in their minds
As their feet carry them past me
Invisible, it seems
As if others are blindfolded
To the light
Every day, the same.
It was nice meeting you?
A few readers walk to me.
Snatch my binding
Look at the plain cover
Shove me back on the shelf
A few linger.
Intrigued by my simple cover;
Light blue, gray, white.
Like wispy clouds and sea foam
Ears listen to my words
But only a few of them
Leaving, saying, ‘I’ll come back’
I can’t even remember their names
Someone is staring
Staring at my plain sea foam cover
In me a galaxy of lights exists
You gently opened the cover.
Read the title page, the ISBN number even
Every day you read my words
You saw me.
Not my plain cover.
Not the daunting enormity of words you knew you’d be getting yourself into
Not even the rips and stains
and others who’d gone
had left on me
You saw the words.
The black ink of every letter.
Every day you left me
Not saying ‘I’ll come back’
‘I’ll remember you. No matter what happens’
No empty promises. Thank you.
But you told me what I longed to hear
It was a dangerous thing.
And a precious thing
I’ll remember you
You didn’t walk past my section of the library
I see you
Convinced, you weren’t intimidated by the darkness; you were never blindfolded
You’re a galaxy of lights
One day, you did nothing but smile.
‘I’ve spoken to the Librarian’
My eyes widen
No one dare speaks to the Librarian.
‘You’re a one of a kind book, you know that?’
I’d thought so before, selfishly,
Never had I know it was real
You pick me up
I see the scars on your hands
Smooth fingertips chose me from the shelf yesterday
You actually noticed me thinking
‘You’re worth it’,
I see a galaxy of lights within you
You take me home
And I am never set on a shelf
I reside next to your heart, always
To the one who read even my ISBN number
To the one who saw a galaxy of lights
To the one who looked past my simple cover
To the one who has scars for me
I hope I meet you one day