Our plans, collapsing:nOur lives fall apart today,nand we cannot find the words to make it hopeful.nOur understanding brings no solace or repair,nand a storm now gathers hard about our headsnas we fade to sleep in newly single beds.nnYou cannot be my inspiration and I will not be your light.nI tried to give you everything.nYou need to know I live to hold on, to hold on.nnIf I dreamt a bee sting, when I carved a gaping wound,nyou made for me a sling and I tied it, truly.nYou understood me, and that clearly makes it hard when I give myself to someone else's home.nYou lived with me and now you live alone.nnThese hands of ours, they were a contract,nthose pinholes were our sky.nThere is no easy way from here to there;nthere is no kind consideration in falling out of love,nbut bless us both for trying to be there.nSo hold on, hold on.nnStories in stories, lines between lines;nphotos, postcards, and handwritten asides.nWe are stories in stories in stories.