terminal.

Lost and wandering in the wilds of this small adventure
they walk down sidewalks and kiss beside dry and dusty fountains.
They pretend to have money but share their plates of food.
The laugh at people and they make love and they share secrets
under the face of an indifferent moon

You weren't very interested, she said.
I was but you weren't looking, he replied.
You must tell me: Why do you stay with me,
when the whole world, and a glorious sun,
and the admiration of a thousand lovers,
and a girl who doesn't cry all the time, await you?
she asked, and folded the blanket they shared.
Picked up a shirt; halved and quartered it;
watched his face contemplate pasts.
I don't know, he replied. Except that sometimes
your laugh is a cage I mourn to leave the
beauteous comfort of.

The dangerous comfort, she thought.
The ending.