I’ll Meet You There

wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other

doesn’t make any sense.

—Rumi

I had to tell him we were like a collage. Pieces that could be put back together in a new way, a better way.

could someone hurt you so bad but you still wanted to hold him and tell him it was going to be okay?