# Postscript, I

This wandering body has come to rest, it seems, without the mind's knowing! I had drawn so near to death—and it was then that nature gifted me with you. I began to summon your face in imagination, and an extraordinary peace stole over me…

Without even seeking to fathom the torment of death's agony, I found myself drowning in the breath that rises from your chest! There is no certainty that such a return will always be possible. The truth is, in this world someone's love has kept us alive—or we live by loving someone deeply.

Postscript. This departure is impossible. Standing at the threshold of self-satisfaction, why do you lodge this small objection?

Enslaved by the senses, in the trembling watch of false imaginings...I have found a wealth of long sighs! And yet I have waited until the end.

And yet, avoiding the confusions of memory in a single moment—no one desires the approaching curse of farewell. Alas, it is here that my journey with you must conclude.