More than a polariod

For the longest time, I've guarded the attic with my life,
Locked boxes of memories,
keys on the ocean floor.
But I've learnt today, how some things, are like water;
Staring at my wrinkled and dry hands,
I realized-
You can't contain much water for long with a pair of hands
no matter how hard you try.

I may not have pages and pages of pictures and faces;
I think I might not need them ten years down
They might not mean a thing
Words words and more words
Will all those words stay till then?
I wonder.
Even posters on the wall fall with time.

Just remember my friend- I'll always be here.