Our Plans, Collapsing

Our plans, collapsing: Our lives fall apart today
And we cannot find the words to make it hopeful
Our understanding brings no solace or repair
And a storm now gathers hard above our heads
As we fade to sleep in newly single beds

You cannot be my inspiration and I will not be
Your light. I tried to give you everything. You
Need to know I live to hold on, to hold on

If I dreamt a bee sting, when I carved a gaping
Wound, you made for me a sling and tied it, truly
You understood me, and that clearly makes it
Hard when I give myself to someone else's home
You lived with me and now you live alone

These hands of ours, they were a contract, those
Pinholes were our sky. There is no easy way from
Here to there; there is no kind consideration in
Falling out of love, but bless us both for trying
To be there. So hold on, hold on

Stories in stories, line between lines; photos
Postcards, and handwritten asides. We are stories
In stories in stories