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