Backup Storage

I love the constant, slow accumulation
Of bits and bobs of bytes, building up friends;
The massive record of communication,
Of everything that one receives or sends,
The archive of a personal attachment,
Searchable, an aid to memory,
An open, all-inviting data hatch meant
To keep us certain of our history.
I can recall it on my own, of course,
And would not disrecall without all this,
But having such a record of discourse
Makes it much easier to never miss
Important things, which otherwise relied
On memories which could too often hide.