let's grow old here
i can see it now. we smoke cigars, big ones,
                    we sit in lumpy rocking chairs
       remembering lives and stories and meaning
                    appreciating
as someone who has lived well can only appreciate

let's plant daises
you hold the plant i'll dig the hole and
don't let go              i'll bury the roots
                                  i'll bury it all
later,
you will water our new life
you will tell me how lovely i am

let's sing songs we can't remember
it's like finishing each others sentences, you see,
                                   but
not quite
because they're other people's words

let's know that love doesn't last
because let's face it, it doesn't
             but we are alive, and nothing quite feels
as reassuring
or kind, or strong, as your hand in mine