Fallen Regrets

Putting the bouquet, near the tombstone he bowed his head 

Oh look! he loves her still now , even years after her death

"I'm sorry" he said softly for the umpteenth time 

But there was just a gush of wind to assure him that it was fine

Oh how pitiful she looked when she begged him to stay

Oh how it was such a tragedy to watch when he snatched his hand away

Perhaps it was the guilt which brings him back or the incomplete dream

Perhaps the sins haunt him back or the unheard scream

Perhaps it was just another mere thing to fade away forever

Perhaps it's just human's nature to realize things after it gets over