Kate the Cupid – Final

Kate the Cupid – Final

He stared at the screen
at the ‘pay now’ button taunting
and in one breath pressed pay then print.
Matthew had no more time left
to dally around like a fruitcake
he rushed to his room
and packed the basic few
before Sienna could show
standing gloomy at the door
he flew out onto the road and hailed a taxi.

Kate rosy cheeked
could not keep a smile at bay
she walked in the door with a bouquet
the scent of her date lingering in her breath.
Had she really wasted years
pinning for a man who did not share the same?
Had she really held at bay potential for love
to feel the joy of falling for someone who cared?
She sighed, she liked Sean, yes she did,
she could not wait for another evening.
Up ahead a shadow lingered,
‘Kate,’ she said.
‘Mum, what are you doing up? It’s late!’
She flicked the corridor light on in case.
Kate’s mother stood still, you could almost say lost
she nudged Kate forward,
‘Someone’s here for you,’
she kissed Kate on the cheek,
‘I’ll let you two be. He is in the kitchen.’

Kate blinked in daze
her heart having picked up pace.
She knew instinctually who it was
that waited for her so late
and before she could take a step
he appeared at the end,
tall and handsome, and lucky for her, hidden by the shadow
she had no courage to look into his face
and say for sure all that the old cobwebs were swept.
‘Hi’ she whispered back, tittering on her heels
he took a step, ‘I’m here,’
she took a hesitant look, ‘Yes, you are.’
He came closer, ‘I’ve missed you…’
Kate bit her lip, feeling the flutter in her core
and a need to hold onto something
she took a step back and into the lounge room.
‘You told me to come ‘ he said by way of explaining, ‘to fly here,
if I wanted to see you.’
Kate nodded, unable to tell whether her heart had remained within.
‘Your mum told me I could wait for you to get back from a – a date.’
He came closer, almost close for her to feel his warmth,
‘Say something.’
‘What do you want me to say?’ she sat on the Sofa’s edge
‘I don’t know,’ he kneeled, ‘That you’re happy I came?’
Kate shook her head, ‘I – I don’t know what to say, Matt’

Matthew stared upon her face, her eyes averted
had she always been this beautiful
this coy and soft – vulnerable to a fault?
‘Why did you leave me? Me- Melbourne, I mean?’
Then she meet his gaze for once, defiant and hurt,
‘I needed a change.’
‘You said on the phone, you got away from me. Why?’
Kate batted the moisture from her eyes,
‘I helped you buy the ring, but I can’t watch you give it away,’ she whispered broken hearted.

Matthew couldn’t be sure
not absolutely sure, of what Kate had felt,
but her sudden absence from his life
had seen a pain in him so wild.
He could think of nothing
nothing more to say,
no more ways to turn this feeling into words
he had never been a master that way,
so he did the only thing
the only thing his mind could think of,
and without waiting, he cupped her face gently
planting a kiss – tender and sweet
his way of telling her
that he too, foolishly
he had fallen for his best mate
just as she,
and now that he knew
he could not very well leave,
nor let her go.

(Even if it meant fighting Sean, Tom or George!)

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