All I want is
Some place to store my memories
Somewhere outside my brain
Where it consumes memory space and emotions
By the zillions
All I've learnt is
That things are temporary
Not because of a fire
But because pictures taken off the wall
Too many times
Don't stick anymore

Usually I store my memories
In another person
That's why I talk fast
I want to get it all out
Before I leave again
And start over

Another city
Another school
Another set of classmates
Another life

I've given up on sticking my pictures up anymore
Not that I've tried really

But I want to have
My children
Stick their memories up the wall
And I could have a share
Of Mine.