Your Eyes Were My Favorite Color

Rarity

I love fall
with cozy sweaters
and warm embraces
from lovers.
You would hold my hand
as I balanced along the curb
and periodically jumped on the crisp leaves.
I wonder if I lost my charm and wonder to you
like I found the leaves less enchanting
after they had lost their crunch.
To you
I felt less special than a seasonal rarity-
pumpkin spice latter only offered in the fall
peppermint mocha ordered only in December-
and more like an evergreen tree.
Me being the same all year round
to you
didn't give me that rare special feeling.