I Wonder

As I look at the stars,
I wonder if you wonder why  
I’m terrified to drive at night.  
I wonder  if you wonder why  
I hate the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol  
on the breathe of men I’m not interested in.  
I wonder if you wonder why wood floors scare me  
to the point of tears because  
they harbor so many memories I don’t want to remember.  
I wonder if you wonder why I don’t want to remember.  
I wonder if you remember.  
But you probably don’t.  
Remember  
I hate the sound of jingling keys.  
They make me so nervous I can’t even speak.  
Please.  
Think.  
I need you to remember me.  
I know it’s doesn’t count if I never said no but    
you never asked if I ever said yes.  
Please remember.  
Why don’t you remember?  
Is it the alcohol and cigarette smoke  
on the breathe of a man I wasn’t interested in?  
Is that why you don’t remember?