If you are someone who claims to know me,

You’d know, that I will dodge your

Sentimental, ardent, kiss

With a platonic peck on the cheek,

Your clenching nuzzle with

A side hug, your handshake with

A wave, or a smile; unless

I really crave for your touch.

I will never pull you in my arms after a fight, or

Join your frivolous giggle;

Bending onto you, or pat your hair, or

Caress your cheek saving the times

When I really want to soothe your soul, and

I will skip every other possible human embrace

Because I’ve learnt it the hard way that

The human touch not only has the power

To make you feel like everything’s alright

But also, the power to make you feel like everything’s alright

When it isn’t.