Our nocturnal conversations Have ceased You are gone You are fading Into past tense Just me. This Pandemic Time’s thief And my fleeting moments Of peace with you Holding you one last time. I remain heartbroken Less angry More pensive than sorrowful Still easily tears tug quickly The abyss of your life A blinding dark unforeseen silence. Today’s emotional corrections Are cruel and filled with disappointments In the living and lazy Betrayals and mistrust Replace Remembrances That will forever remind me Of how your love A legacy you cast A comfort For all eternity.

About the Poet:
Gloria R. Buckley has been published by The Write Launch, Formal People Journal, Ephemeral Elegies (twice), Me First Magazine, Rue Scribe, The Star Dust Review (twice), Defiant Scribe, Academy of Heart and Mind, Chaleur Magazine, Prometheus Dreaming, Red Hyacinth Journal, Sensations Magazine, Alcoholism Magazine, Chimera Magazine, Journal of English Language and Literature, Hermann Hesse Page Journal, Virginia Woolf Blog, Focus Magazine, Chimera Magazine and many other journals of poetry and prose. She was born a writer and is a lawyer for over 30 years, holds a JD, BA & MA with Distinction in English Literature.
My heart is breaking reading your poetry that is so visceral.. nicely done💖
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Raw and touching. Beautifully done. Thank you for following my blog.
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