Will we?

your question caught me by surprise
and for a brief moment
time stopped 

all is as it once was
splashed against the saga that was you and me
memories rise
I can't deny
the power you had
the power you took, the power I gave away

bobbing across stains of yesterday
I remember the canvas, filled with shadows
colored in pencil, finished in charcoal

all we have left are these skies of September
vague recollections of spectacular
climbing westward as we sit here and speak

I wait now for springtime
summer buds feel lazy
winter waltzed outside the accepted line
while autumn sighed

years from now, will we stop and savor our wine
filled to exact and not one inch more,
as we reach for the oracle
spanning decades to look at the same page
will we remember and treasure us?