more alone than me

Hello, my dear digital friends.

Early post this week as my family is on holiday in Ireland for the next two weeks. What an amazing, magical land!

Speaking of magic, this week’s poem tackles (in part) the notion of “magical thinking.”

The DSMV V defines magical thinking as “false beliefs about the capability of thoughts, actions or words to cause or prevent undesirable events.”

A great example of magical thinking: wishing upon a star and believing your wish will come true.

And so our poem takes us down that path to some deep, existential realizations.

I hope this sad poem resonates with you. It is definitely one of my personal faves.

As always, please share with me your thoughts / feelings / reactions to the poem in Comments and Leave a Reply section below.

-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️

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more alone than me

stars leer back daring me to wish

upon them, to feel the enormity

of their favor, to waver not

in my quest to relieve my aching need

their greed… to be seen, edacious

for my gaze, their prestige oft diminished

by our absence of belief, a childhood

lost in the awesome knowledge of distance

yet but for this one magic wish:

would you in fact ever love me again?

am i not unlike these pallid lights?

steadfast in our cold resolve to achieve

abject acts of relevancy

someone telling me i still look pretty

perhaps so, but it matters not,

i break my futile stare no longer caught

in their spell, the swell of desire

abates, keenly aware i am alone

for these tempting stars are but ghosts

long dead, effete, and more alone than me


  1. This is a beautiful poem, sad, yes … To stand alone under a star filled sky is pure magic, to believe a heartfelt desire will be grant, no illusion. At such moments anything is possible. I believe one is never completely alone or unloved in this universe.
    Enjoy the magic of Ireland, I was there two weeks ago and it never ceases to amaze how special it is.

    1. A beautiful thought , to be sure, Sandie! This is my 8th time… and it never gets old! The craic will be mighty. Cheers ☘️☘️☘️🙏🏻🌹🍷✨

  2. As a only child whose mom passed when he was still young, I am able to fully relate to this deep loneliness …. A beautiful poem.
    With your wonderful talent, you may wish to write a poem one day on the redemption of true love to one who was lost …

    1. Chris – thank you so much for your kind words. I’m so very sorry for your loss and loneliness. It takes great courage and vulnerability to share a bit of yourself like that. And who knows? Maybe someday I’ll write something on the topic you suggested. Cheers. 🍷🙏🏻✨

  3. Getting lost in your thoughts and the power those thoughts can have….I know this on a deep, personal level…I often get lost in my thoughts and “magically think” of situations and times not of current reality…I consider it daydreaming but it really is so much more. Great poem!

    1. Totally get it, PS! There’s always that fine line between reality and fiction… I believe the best place is where the two lines blur together. Cheers, my friend. Thanks! ☘️🌹🙏🏻🍷✨

  4. “Abject acts of relevancy.” This might perfectly describe the writer’s plight. Or at least, that’s how it feels some days. It is indeed sad when the dew comes off the lily of innocence and we start to perceive the world in such depressing terms. I’ll keep my magical thinking, thank you very much Pat. Don’t harsh my buzz man!

  5. Beautifully sad, amazingly written ♡ For over 20 years, I sit outside, every night and watch the sky. I bring an electric blanket on really cold nights lol. I’ve seen 14 shooting stars and a few fireballs, which all were amazing to see. This poem is simply beautiful. Great job ✍️

    1. Thanks, Catherine for the kind words about the poem. I think it’s in our nature as creatives to be natural dreamers… and maybe even look to the sky for beauty or even answers. Either way, I love the commitment to the process. Thanks! 🌹☘️🙏🏻🍷✨

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