Con lo poco que quedaba...

With what little was left of what started so much, it ended
our love.
Mine, yours.
Something of yours, something of mine we both lost.
So much rationalized emotion
that I ended up feeling nothing.

With how quickly we started whispering to each other 'You are my life, my love'.
And now we just look at each other and with great elegance we say 'Goodbye'.

With how close we were to feeling perfection and now we're leaving
and I, who always wander absentmindedly, never find what I'm looking for and this time
it slipped away.

My lack of perseverance overcame us, your lack of attention.