Dinner With Her - II

He sat down after a tiring work shift,
To lie down and rest, so he could rise and shine,
She’d come out to fill his place and give,
What he had given her… and for something else too,

She’d be there to look at the world,
And he, to look at her and her alone,
She knew that too, a celebrity and her fan,
A celebrity meeting her biggest fan to make his day.

Or rather, his night, for once the night got over,
Her time would be done and she would leave,
She would always come here for her next shift,
But he doubted, if he would survive her farewell.

So now, he had a silent prayer, so silent,
He did not want her to hear that,
To her, he was just another crazy admirer,
To him, she was the damsel of his dream realm.

He prayed for a night that would never end,
A night that would not see the light of day,
A night without a morning to follow,
And he did not want her to know that.

He did not want her to be scared,
He did not know if she would fear or favor
The thought of staying with him forever
So he did not want her to hear his silent prayer.

Silent though it be, she might’ve heard it,
Her home was close to the source of the prayer,
Whichever realm she belonged to was immaterial,
She was the queen of his heart.

After the prayer, he had to decide,
About the menu, and if she’d like his cooking,
He also had to think over and again,
If she was on a diet to maintain her figure.

Her figure did not indicate any weird diets,
Hence a plan was on, for a sumptuous dinner,
To be safe, the menu had a vegan cuisine,
He did not want to upset her, insignificant though the reason be.

And he waited, as the night passed,
Expecting her to turn up, to rise and shine,
“Any minute now…” he told himself,
And he kept looking up, trying to stay awake…

And he stayed awake the whole night,
On top of the highest point on the planet, close to her,
Unperturbed by the cold winds that blew.
She still had not come.

He could feel his feet going numb, he wanted to walk around
To check if she had come, on the other side of the mountain,
And was waiting for him there, but realized he couldn’t move,
She still had not come.

He saw the sky in his arms, the color of the sea,
He was not sure which, his vision had become hazy,
He tried clearing his eyes, to see her make an entrance,
She still had not come.

He dragged himself to the edge of the peak,
For want of a better view, and to see her,
See her, before the rest of the world could,
But she still had not come.

When they found him, months later, he lay a few feet below,
Having fallen from the summit in his attempt to reach out, perhaps to her,
His last agenda had been a dinner date with her,
On that day of the month, when she does not show up.