You will never come home from a long night of work to be greeted by your loving wife, Amiya
You will never eat dinner with her as you tell her about your day and she tells you about your stream
You will never follow her into a separate room as she shows you the "new" retro game she found
You will never boot it up and play a little with her as she giggles
You will never mention to her that the kids will visit this weekend
You will never carry her to bed, weakened by your long day of work but greatly strengthened by your love for this woman
You will never climb into the spot next to her as the beauty of her loving gaze once again drowns out the sounds of the outside world
You will never wrap yourself in her warmth and her love
You will never entangle her in your protecting, providing embrace
You will never feel yourself fade peacefully into dream with your last sight being her smile
You will never hear her softly whisper "goodnight, I love you" as the last thing you hear that day
You will never let her go
Because you will never hold her in the first place