—Carmesí sobre la nieve.
—Still?
—Still.

—What happened?
—He fell asleep;
I kept looking
at the window.

»I just sneaked out
and came home.

»In the streets
I saw the frost,
fearing it would be Kais,
thinking there would be blood
over the snow.

—But there’s not.
—No, there’s not.

—No carmesí,
no Kais,
just snow.
—Rest now,
you are safe home.