Togetherness=wound?

A kind of togetherness in our wounds
increasingly deep and gaping
we like getting,
long trip
slowly diminish the sense of love

Our stories are similar leaf aging
at the end of that branch
fall slowly, burning
missing on earth

togetherness as futile
masks that we wear in the show
onstage
 just indescribable grief
by expression
but behind the stage
we become the real story
a dead feeling

you are the happiness that never stopped
but I do not want to cultivate a kind of wound
I let you go