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 about 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 I 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, lines between lines;

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We are stories in stories in stories.