and i'm counting out fallen stars in a jar 
to store the memories of when 
constellations were still in my grasp 
silver stories told in photons 
and if there's ever been a love letter 
a ghost story 
then it's the kind of map traced 
in the shape of these galaxies 
in the shape of your grandmother's mouth 
as she tells you again 
the kind of stories 
her own grandma 
told her 
about counting stars in a jar.