Holes

I no longer 
miss or long
for some things 
lost are gone 
the place that 
they held filled 
forever by someone 
or anything else 
we do that 
you know find
fill or cover 
lest we forget 
and fall again 
back into the 
very hole of 
our own making 
crawling out once 
is bad enough 
for most people 
it is me