in an A

In an A
there isn't much I regret
living among nastursums
only what wasnt shared
A letter cried
A lover
A June that too quickly
became September

In an autumn
prepare to be sad
I share with dry grasses
salt we had
A train came
A headache
A window too large
for the empty space

In an afternoon
there is only regret
living for phonecalls
A morning is
A start
A lifeline
or just a lark

In an A
I once broke a heart
there isn't much I regret
living among nastursiums
only this