Frente a Frente

Remains,
what little remains,
of our love
barely anything remains,
barely even words
remain.

Remains,
only the silence
that makes
the cold and long night explode,
the never-ending night,
only that remains.

(chorus)

Only the desire to cry remains,
seeing our love drift away.

Face to face,
we lower our gaze
as there is nothing left
to talk about; nothing.

Remains
little tenderness
and, at times,
doing something crazy
a forced kiss remains.

Remains,
a kind gesture
to avoid
making life unbearable
and thus drown the sorrows,
only that remains.