New Holes

We used to hold hands
laughing as we skipped
through warm summer sunsets
the light touching our hair just so
as we sucked in greedy gulps of happiness
and breathed out the innocence of our age,
written not only on our smiles
but on our red wagons
the bottoms of our mud covered shoes
the inside of our lunch boxes.
Then came a time when the sun went down
and we were forced to find our own light
as we struck different matches
searching in the dark for some fulfillment
that we had never lacked before.