Time, it is said, heals all wounds. The single, deep ones. The thousand cuts. But sometimes, sometimes, the scars left behind are just as debilitating. Can two wounded young men find the path that reaches out beyond their own scars to find each other?
This story is for Evan, with much love and more hope.
The birds they sang at the break of day Start again I heard them say Don’t dwell on what has passed away Or what is yet to be….
Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.