Some treat friendship for granted

As seasonal clothes, use according to convenience and dump

And remember when they look for fashion and style

Only to realize the trend has moved on, and they're left vintage 

Empty boxes, labels faded, threads of memories fray

They search for what's lost in piles of what's new today

Forgotten numbers, muted notifications lie

Echoes of laughter, now just a distant sigh

In the end, they wonder why it didn't fit 😔

17/01/2026