Like post-it notes,
upon a yearbooks page.
Hand scrawled summaries,
of the important bits.
Faces, places, names,
happiness and sadness,
loves and passions,
hurts and pain.
Tattered but treasured remnants,
that taught me, that made me.
They fashioned me,
and completed my design.
All duly noted and stored,
and learned for good or ill.
These are my memories,
they are both me and mine.
