And the Answer is...

You and I blew past the floor
and out the door past Springtime,
Slowing down
around that lane of commitment,
Thinking each new day
would carry us through

Years passed
without a look back,
Beneath us lie intentions
quiet and compact,
All without sound
scattered around,
left undone

So, what now
as we sit here in Summer.
Fall lingers in the shadows
whispering softly,
'Winter is near'...