Alas

I will not get to stroke your face with my fingers
Or plant a kiss on your forehead
I will not get to hold your hands and walk beside you
I will not get to hear words you speak to nobody else
Or hear no words at all, just be in the room with you
I will not get to talk with you all night long
Or fight and get so mad I want to throw things at you
I will not get to know your imperfections
Scars that tell your story
I will not get to see who hides inside that skin
I can tell, you're more than what meets the eye

You don't want it
There isn't much else 
But you have everything
Everything you want to think nothing of
I will be able to live with that someday
And, what about you?