Terri Higgins

I’m not sure why loneliness creeps in
Its silent approach
like an acquaintance you’d rather not deal with
But they’re there…again
Empty spots. opened again
Beginning to be sore to the touch
It’s hard not to pick through
I see my own parts torn
unable to heal
I see I’m broken
A piece of garbage tossed away without thought
Meaningless Embraces
Simply a fabrication of my imagination
Hurt feelings very real