I still don’t get it

This is our legacy, The same dream, Pulling me away from you.

We lay close in our disheveled pjs, laughing Like marshmallows and hot chocolate, we melt I, on his chest Him, on my neck Moving in comedic timing as I answer my phone, distracting me from my task My hand instinctively grabbing his leg and he, my waist.

I left room for us. There was more time for us, As we forged our way past dark clouds to brighter skies. I could see what you had by then. I sat and watched it grow all winter, But when spring returned, I wanted to cut.