no one is irreplaceable. that's what i've been told.
yet sometimes the ones who vanish from your life, they do leave something behind.
some sort of trace or trail, like a thief who has not been careful enough. they leave a fingerprint here and a thread there, and before you know, you see it all over your place. someone was there, right in the middle of you life, right there where you stood, where you sat, where brewed your morning coffee and left your bright yellow umbrella to dry. and now they're gone. for good.
so what do you do with that?
you embrace it . you celebrate it.
and you move on.
its impossible to restore what has already been.
the only possible reality for you lays ahead. whatever and whomever that may mean.
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