Just me

Do I wilt
Like an elderly tulip
After everyone has gone;
Because I miss the warm and friendly chaos?

Or is it because the silence
Is so frightening
And empty;
I am afraid that my self will be too quiet
Too singular
To cast any more than a fading echo?

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