Touchy

They touch me,

Listen to me,

Play with me,

Make faces at me,

Buy new clothes for me,

Feed me with energy.

Spend most of their time with me,

But when someone outshines me,

They dump me, for an exchange.

I get dismantled, based on my market value.

I do get recycled, in the process, without my memory and heart.

As time flies, I become part of someone else’s life.