Regret

It almost seems I knew it all along.
As if some shadows traveled back in time
with hidden omens of the thing to come,
rising just before, somehow just beyond
my senses' best abilities to know
and turn perception into deed.

But now it hardly matters any more,
if future hints have ever reached my eyes,
because I have convinced myself they did
and that I failed to heed their telltale signs...
And so, regret takes residence within
where only sorrow's work belongs.