Wish for More - Poem

Wish for more

by Aleta O'Brien

I know I can’t change you.

But I do wish for more.

In this autumn room,

dimly lit and leaf-textured,

the kind that crunches

beneath my feet

while a cool breeze settles in.

I know your patterns remain.

But I do wish for more.

Colors inside this heavy shade.

I dream in swirls of gold ribbon

swinging from ceilings,

wrapping themselves around me—

and I can fly.

I know your humor is stuck.

But I do wish for more.

I am not one of the guys.

Open your eyes to pretty

Notice

the tender things,

the small things offered

simply because

they made you think of me.

I know I can’t change you.

I know.

But still—

I wish for more.