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?