last nite

jolene cried as she drifted into slumber
fitfully
she teared at the sudden thought about the near future
creeping into her subconscious
becoming consciousness

she tried hard to push it away
savouring every moment of the bubble life she leads
knowing..
yet not knowing
when it'll just..
fade into nothingness

where only a memory lingers on in the absence


today

jolene listened for the first time
at the past as captured
she could not help but recall
and think of the other nite
your nite
and realised something



no one's irreplaceable
when you look only at the externalities
for they are common to some

and jolene is blessed to have discovered them.



irreplacability is a lofty notion.
people move on.