8 Can We?

Before we met the stars must have aligned.
You were alone, seeking the sound of sweet
Whispers of passion – The simplest treat.
Just like me – and yes, you – we had resigned
To a life of loneliness; now unwind,
Take a seat, before us a royal fleet
Of memories – always sucking the teat
For a good life, a life that is consigned
To all who seek what can’t be found; portray
The light of hope as we look at the glass
As half full. Can we plant and grow kumquat
Trees? Can we bury the used, grey ashtray
Of my childhood? The past cannot harass
My future with you. We get just one shot.