-This was Simone’s office
Mrs. Herberton said showing me a small room
With a table, a computer, and a leather armchair
That looked out of place.
-She was a good friend of mine, helped me a lot when I needed it.
I nodded. Simone had been very popular at the school
But she had lost her job over an indiscretion.
I put my coat on a hook and sat down at the desk.
I had been out with Simone,
We had gone to the XYZ bar, off Towners Street.
We talked about our lives,
She kept drinking whiskey.
She praised the student captain,
A boy named John.
She spoke of him a lot.
I was glad when the night was over.
I tried to imagine what would happen to Simone,
Years in the future,
As I sat in her dark office.
All I could picture was a person
Lonely at Christmas,
Living in a shared house, off a narrow lane.
I imagine her looking out her shared kitchen window,
At the sunset,
Wondering where the boy is now.