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’
‘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!)

Kate the Cupid – Part 4

(I’m having so much writing this series of poems on poor old Kate. Here is Part 4 for those who are following her love journey. Thanks guys, ‘Like’ if you like it!) 🙂

KATE THE CUPID -Part 4

Kate woke to the incessant ring
she grabbed her phone and peered angrily
why couldn’t Matthew have done this
felt a desperate need to speak with her
why was it that it took Kate to up and leave
for him to miss her dearly?
It had been weeks since she last spoken to him
had she tortured him enough
or maybe it wasn’t for her he was ringing
maybe it was Sienna, Tianna, or Roxy whatever
and she was the punch bag he would see?
It was well in the middle if the night
so she let the phone ring
and buried her face under the pillow.
She had a great evening, hadn’t she,
a wonderful date with a charmer if one she had ever met?
Then why did her mind keep floating back to Matt?
‘Shut up’ she mumbled and crumbled
the phone was ringing again.

‘Pick up, pick up, Kate!’ he desperately whispered
keeping a peering pair of eyes at the dark corridor
or the closed bedroom door.
‘Pick up, please!’
But the phone sang mockingly back at him.
In frustration he tried thrice more
to only be heart broken and forlorn.
He slunk back to the room
back to the bed
where on it lay a sleeping fiancé,
then why was it that he could not think
of anyone other than poor old Kate?

Kate the Cupid – Part 3

Kate stumbled out of the taxi
to gaze upon the facade
of her old childhood home and sighed
she had done it
broken a toxic tie
taken that leap
now all that was left was to forget
forget whom and why she had loved
so foolishly, so selfless
now it was a new dawn, time for a new Kate.
She stepped up and rang the bell.

‘Take me out,’ she said, to the chiseled goddess
and the angelic face of her baby sister lit up
and she jumped and squealed.
Was she ready to hit the circuit
to take a chance and enjoy attention
if any come her way? Why not?
she thus pampered herself for a day
and saw the evening is new dazzle
new possibilities.
She left.

… A week later
He skipped the old worn pathway
grinning like an idiot and upon the doorway.
‘Kate, open up’ he said.
A moment, then another went
and he knocked on the door again, ‘Kate’
‘What?’ a disgruntled woman said
throwing the door open and glaring
Matthew slipped past with ease
‘Still in bed?’
‘What’s it to you?’
He shrugged and headed straight for Kate’s room
and there on the open doorway he stood
mouth agape, eyes fixed upon boxes and furniture bare
‘What the hell is going on here?’ He turned,
‘Where is Kate?’

The friend in her pjs grinned from ear to ear,
‘She left’
‘Where?’
Still grinning, ‘Why do you care?’
Matthew narrowed his eyes and regarded the woman
‘Where is she?’ he demanded.
‘She moved, can’t you see?’
‘Where?’
‘As if you care,’ she muttered and turned away,
‘You want to know, you found out yourself.
Close the door on your way out. I’m going back to bed.’

Mathew glared at the empty space
and fumed, striding out defiantly.
He slammed the door behind him,
running back to the car awaiting.

‘Did you get a chance to ask her?’ Sienna said.
He slipped in, and sat there fuming,
‘She wasn’t home’
and before Sienna could speak, fire another question
he pulled out his phone and placed a call.

Ring, ring
‘Do you need to get that?’ sister asked
as Kate stared at the screen wide eyed and nervous,
she shook her head and cut the signal,
silenced her phone and slipped it away.
‘So are you going out with that guy from last week?’
Kate smiled and bit her lip,
‘He asked and I said yes.’
‘He was cute!’
‘Yes he was!’
Kate smiled, her tummy tumbling wild
with butterflies.

Kate the Cupid – Part 2

She ignored the few calls that came
then even they stopped
and suddenly the room grew colder, harsher
she let the tears take over
soiling her sheets in black smears of pined dreams
of an unrequited love.
She had hoped
and perhaps wished
that a knock on her door to fetch
would be his.
Alas the knock never came
and she drifted.

In the morrow Sunlight charmed its way in
Kate refused to indulge it
what was the point
it could not heal the hurt she had seen.
A week or so,
she lay in wait
all his calls, she would not take
or fake a break.
‘You have got to get out and get some air, Kate,’ her roommate peered
and she rolled over deeper within.
‘You need change. Come out with us, Kate!’
and instead, she opted for the couch and flicks
all romances that caused her grief and sleep.

Then one morning she overheard
‘She needs to get away from all this,
just pick up shit and move away from him.’
‘And what will that do?’ the boyfriend speaks.
‘Give her distance and time to heal,
and maybe even find someone worth it.’
With a new found zeal and fierceness
Kate spent a day pondering and pondering
and clicked several ‘Send’.

Then one day, a call came
and poor old Kate knew not what it meant
but by and by she answered questions
and before she knew it
she was offered
a chance to change
the ceiling above her bed
the scene outside her window
and away from his scent
and memory seeped streets of Melbourne city.

‘Will you take that job in Sydney?’
Kate shrugged her shoulders and said,
‘I don’t see why not, all my family are there.’