My name is written next to yours,
for separated they lose their meaning,
they blur, they turn into noise:
There is no name for me without your name.
Your name is written next to mine,
and it is only yours when joined
with mine. Even if you never wanted it:
there is no name for you without my name.
You’ll see that, with the passage of time,
we will say, reflecting on our encounter:
our name could not have been any other.
Because without your name I am incomplete,
because your name hides my memory:
there will always be a trace of one in the other.
Photography by Alejandro Iván De León Leal
