117/365: The Guests Have Gone

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It's late.
The guests have gone
where, before them, it was so loud.
I breathe.
I forget this about people.
We try peace through retreat,
and loneliness
drains it.

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The above poem is a butterfly cinquain, which is a nine-line syllabic verse that follows the pattern 2 / 4 / 6 / 8 / 2 / 8 / 6 / 4 / 2.