Late Nights with Simone-Stella D’Vine

She hears me patiently.

She nods in the rhythm of the conversation.

Simone.

My only companion.

My only friend.

She is there when no one else is.

She is here when there gone.

She is me.

She is a part of me.

She is my own persona.

Late nights with Simone.

Small drags of smoke here.

Sips of chardonnay there.

Laughter.

Tears.

Memories shared.

Knotted stomachs.

Tight throats.

Sad voices.

Late nights with Simone.