Sufficient Reason

They are right, I was always either beside you or behind you, and always, like a body embracing its sweet soul, I would run, take your hand, press it to my heart. City by city, street by street, the plane trees, the passersby, the open windows of people’s houses saw me this way, like a body joined to its soul, bound to you, as if by invisible veins from the beginning, and steadfast, so steadfast. And this was enough for them to say: “I” without “you” would die...