What Happens Then?

I'll count stars ,and you'll tell me the constellations.
But you don't know,
how the stars are my love,
and your constellations are...
ephemeral

You'll name 87 constellations as we lie down .
As realisation dawns upon us,
And you will name the last

And your love comes to a halt .

Lolita
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