There wasn’t any peace in the room. The rosy cheek
of the lamp; the tired warmth, the security and the friendly
talk that repeated endless words; their controlled shadow
on the floor and little motionless reflections on the shoes
of the women. The youngest daughter opened the door
and leaned her forehead on the rough, hairy darkness.
They all felt the cold that entered into the room. They got up,
they closed the door. They didn’t notice the youngest daughter was missing