broken wings

We are in this life together, even when one moves without the other.
Different pages from the same story.
This aching is familiar. It's something I remember.
We can't touch without feeling. Can't heal without healing.
Only the young could fall so hard, could be so careless and ignore the scars.
So we will move out of the way this time, making room for each other, one without the other.
We are broken, but we are moving still.