sometimes I feel like I'm
trampling
someone else's sanctuary
in my smug smile
and mess-hair
maybe I'm sorry that
I forgot so much I was suppose to remember:
all the braincells fled in
those perturbing nights
and I woke with no recollection
if I woke at all
I hope I'm not trampling
your curious-life that use
to be
minus me
things would be so different