Petals of Regret: One

My regrets fall like petals, I watch them land softly on the ground. Why do they not make a sound? You would expect regrets to come Crashing into the ground. The wind blows , And the petals fall. All I can do is look around me, There are so damn many. Some fall upon the flowing water Rushing to meet the others Who have been washed upon the rocks. I reach down and hold them in my hands The wet fragrance will not last forever. Each year they fall like this, When the autumn winds rush them away And every year you think i would learn But I can’t help but to watch them fall. It is always strangely beautiful.