the joy that wounds...

 

You try to be faithful

And sometimes you’re cruel.

You are mine. Then, you leave.

Without you, I can’t cope.

And when you take the lead,

I become your footstep.

Your absence leaves a void.

Without you, I can’t cope.

You have disturbed my sleep,

You have wrecked my image.

You have set me apart.

Without you, I can’t cope.” 

― Rumi, Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi

Lara Stone by Paolo Roversi