Regrets and Errs

All those things I regret today

I regret letting her leave,

And not having followed,

I regret the many words I never should have said,

Or at least explained exactly what I meant,

I regret the flowers planted in the snow,

If I knew then what I do know,

I would have known that this is not the climate

To give those seeds a chance to grow,

I regret all the things I did not do,

If I had perhaps my world today

Would be flavored very different,

All my regrets are selfish at best,

Centered solely around my open wounds,

Each regret squarely rest in mistakes I made,

Or never gave myself the chance to make,

Perhaps one day I’ll have the power of will,

I’ll allow myself mistakes to bear

And not to fear the chance I’ll err