each star we see

• kathryn williams sarkisi.
  
  you left me in your house
  full of mysteries full of silence
  i looked at all your things till
  i believed they were mine
  (sit and relax sit and relax sit and relax)
  and there’s no contemplation of our situation
  only at night do we think of ourselves being a blink of a greater world.
  
  but each star we see in the sky is a sun like our own beginning to die
  and our future in their past or the other way round
  come on see it
  the other way round
  
  he can hear a pin drop from forty yards
  with the door shut
  so why can't he hear my heart escape
  through the back door
  no, you're like a cup of water
  swimming on a bigger sea
  you can't spill out of yourself spill on the floor
  spill onto me