Lilac walls and pink settees
Hexagon tables with cups of tea
Ritzy people righting the wrong
A pianist playing whilst singing a song
Glasses clicking under corks that pop
Laughter and kisses painting the backdrop
A woman in love, it’s in her eyes
As a married man is telling her lies.
A band strikes up, a guitar plucks away
The restaurant is filling this middle of the day
It’s the place to cavort, it’s the place to be seen
It’s the place where anyone who’s anyone has certainly been.
The married man is checking his phone
By the look on his face, it’s a call from home.
He makes his excuses, she’s lost, no words to say.
He pays the bill then rushes away.
She’s awkwardly enmeshed in the gathering stares
Onlookers looking for signs of despairs.
She takes her bag and coat too fast
A glass falls from a table as she brushes past
She reaches the street, calm to a degree.
The anger hits hard—‘How dare he leave me!
That was his wife on the phone and he chose to go
I’ll not wait for him. It will be me who delivers the final blow.
I did not see how this affair came to end
But I heard a rumour that night from a friend
She said she knew a woman who’d been slighted that day
In a restaurant, I used as a hideaway.
The woman had murdered the man then killed his wife
She was charged with murder and looking at life
Then she’d hanged herself in disgrace
The newspapers reported the affair was commonplace.
I put a different take on this scene
To me, life is nothing but obscene
But if falling in love is what you wish
You can’t hide the reality behind a kiss.
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