I Will Always Be Thinking Of You Poem by Persa Corbalokovic

The spring passed so unexpectedly,
Summer and autumn also went fast.
With dreams of you still haunting me,
I’ve been firmly clinging to the past.

I could’ve tried to make myself forget
This most amazing, inane love of all
Then perhaps slowly slide into regret
Lose myself in perplexity, hide in a pall.

But I keenly and boldly waited for the end
Reflecting on love while winter blowing
And on the time spent in that eerie land
Where I lost urge for elation and growing.

Saw my life far from great – my plight:
No one near who wants to be kissed,
And so much more to put right,
So many chances I blew or missed.

Through these white flakes falling
I see winter’s beauty once again.
Against the odds, my life is calling.
The past IS gone, but not in vain.

If you’re wondering what remains
Of all those poems that I made
Be sure it will not be the chains
To the unalloyed love that did fade.

Much more than I could ever say
I will always be thinking of you.
But there’s more to life than yesterday.
I’ve still got some living left to do.

(J.H. This is how I felt.)