Seasonal Friends

What do you do with books
That you have read once,
But no longer interests you
For a second time?

You keep them at the darkest corner
Of your shelf, left to bite dust,
Sometimes the termites feed of them
But you'd not really care.

Tell me why would you worry,
About someone who was seasonal?
And never quite had a reason,
To be forever?

Haven't we all heard,
People do change, like seasons?
Have we seen the winter halt?
Not paving the way for spring?

Cut those strings of attachments out
For its only drowning you in memories,
Occasional friends don't stay longer
Race ahead for the forever ones are waiting.