Twilight

I love twilight, we both love twilight

Looking at the sunset she says, ‘This is the best part of the day for me’,

Sunrises are not her thing,

Mornings don’t cheer her,

They scare her as if the bright sunshine is asking her to surrender to the demons,

But she’s always the conqueror,

She makes her coffee, cleans her house and meets me at work,

Spending our day together scribbling something or the other,

I wonder how does she deal with it,

Why couldn’t it be better?

I wonder what or who was the main contributor?

The career pressure? This overwhelming city? Or the guy who left her heartbroken?

I wonder if I went back in time and fixed anything then what would I fix first to make this day better

Amidst these thoughts, I look at her and I wonder why would universe scar something so beautiful,

I look at myself only to realize that even I am in a city that overwhelms me, I am in a career that is pressurizing, I am not heartbroken but what if I will be

I realize that I am not suffering through depression like she is,

But I am suffering through her depression,

I am not depressed, I am paranoid,

I wonder if I can still seek therapy.

Elio’s dad says, ‘Nature has cunning ways of finding our weakest spots’

I wonder why doesn’t it heal us instead of scarring us,

She taps me only to pull me from my maze of thoughts,

We step out with our evening coffee to watch the setting sun,

Because I love twilight, we both love twilight.