A name, a smile, a glance, a peck on the lips, an arm slipped round: that is the whole list of what the speaker of «I wish» asks for. Nothing grand is requested. What makes the poem ache is how small the wish is, and how far away even that small thing seems.
The opening lines are not about touch at all but about knowledge. The speaker wants "he" to "turn to me" and to "realise", a verb repeated at the start of two consecutive lines, as if the speaker keeps nudging him towards the same thought. The phrasing is revealing. He is to realise "what's missing in his life", yet the speaker is the one who is lacking something. The emptiness is passed onto him, and "we belong to each other" is stated as plain fact rather than hope. The only thing missing in this picture is his awareness. Judging by these lines, the speaker is certain of the bond and waiting for him to catch up.
Halfway through, the poem moves from the abstract to the physical. After the mental verbs, the lines fill with the body: a name called, a face, eyes, lips, an arm. The images build in a sequence that feels almost like choreography. First he speaks, then he smiles, then he looks, then he kisses, and finally he holds. Two parallel lines, "With a smile on his face, / With joy in his eyes", slow the pace and make the moment feel savoured. Then the closing sentence links its actions with "And… And…", so the gestures pile up one after another. The kiss is only a "peck", which is casual and habitual, the kind of affection a couple stops noticing. The speaker is longing for ordinary closeness, and that is more poignant than longing for passion.
Look at where the pronouns fall. "Me" ends three lines: "turn to me", "looks at me", "wraps his arm around me". Each time the speaker is the object of someone else's action. Every active verb belongs to him: turn, realise, call, look, give, wrap. The speaker's only verb is "wish", and the repeated "would" keeps the whole scene in the conditional, so none of it happens. The grammar enacts the situation. The speaker waits at the edge of a story in which he holds all the power.
The form supports this. There is no rhyme and no steady metre. The lines follow the rhythm of speech, some longer and some clipped, and the punctuation is loose: no stop after "life" or "other", a comma that interrupts "I wish a day," before the sentence resumes. It reads like thought spilling out rather than polished verse. The ending is where the form does the most. The phrase "I wish a day", which is not quite idiomatic English, appears early and returns as "I wish for day", with even the article gone. The last line is just "I wish." Whether by design or by accident of phrasing, the effect is of a wish wearing away until the longed-for scene has vanished and only the act of wishing remains. The poem begins with a hoped-for event and finishes with a bare repeated verb.
All we have of the writer is the name attached to the poem, the username dolypsy892, so there is no biography to lean on, and the poem has to stand on its own. It does so by leaving a great deal blank. We never learn who "he" is, why he has not turned, or what the speaker's life looks like. Because of that, a reader can easily put a different face or situation into the gap.
Its significance lies in this plainness. It is not a technically ambitious poem, but it shows clearly how repetition, grammar and a shrinking last line can express powerlessness without ever using the word. It also captures a feeling many readers will recognise: wanting not a grand declaration but to be seen, called by name and held.