Just conversation

You said tell me your favourite season

I told you I couldn’t get past autumn 

the leaves are a good enough reason

their flying without caution 

letting go of what’s no longer needed

warm coffee starting to come to life again

a joke you made I should be a singer 

your jokes always felt a bit plain

I didn’t think words should linger

however I admit they always do

I did some star sign research 

and it was never going to be you

but I tried and I would give anything 

to be like autumn instead I perch

and hold onto words I shouldn’t

so I changed my favourite season

over a meaningless conversation

-Myia Pearce