Oh My Twilight Poem by Parisha Shukla

I wait for you every day—
from the first breeze of morning
till the last yawn of my night.
Do I matter to you the same?

I wish, every day, to dance beneath your shine—
the one that falls like solitaire,
the one that whispers hope into the quiet.
Will I ever be the same for you?

I get jealous of the ones who are loved,
wondering how it would feel
to stand beneath your warmth
as though I belong there.

Oh my Twilight!
how can you still not see?
I will wait every day
for the one I loved—
even if you ask me
to stay in the shadows.