Prompt: An affair
She's sipping tea at the cafe through pierced lips.
Her sunglasses hide her identity.
You're sitting adjacent, her secret wish.
They're in the public eye, but no one can see.
He's waiting at work for her to bring his coffee,
But she's taking her time, talking to you.
She hasn't had this much since she's been married.
You're the source of rumors with some truth.
She doesn't care what they say anymore,
He'll understand and take her back.
You'll still be on the other side of the closed door.
She can always repeat the past.
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