An arm’s length but nooks apart,

Perfect symmetry with obtuse angles,

A whispering sigh thru gadgets and networks

A hug to a lingering shadow,

Meaningful kisses, a peck, in an unchartered dream.

What will make touch be touched?

When will words be heard and understood?

Why hugs and embraces cannot be reciprocated by a shadow?

Where will kisses be planted?

On the intended cheek, on the targeted lips?

When will dreams come true?

What? When? Where? and Why not?

Elusively…