Collector

 You horde memories
In boxes,
Untouched by human hand.
The world keeps forgetting 
The things you collect,
But you hold onto the past
As though it were a priceless jewel.
Who else 
Would avoid drawing in magazines
Made to be disassembled?
Who else 
Would try to keep books
With outdated advice?
Who else remembers
The world that you do?