David, when you tried to convince me
of your psychic powers
back in high school
I tried not to be flippant
but I didn’t try too hard.

I just couldn’t believe it
back then
when you described
all the energy fields around us
and suggested I close my eyes
to feel your soul sword,
I just it assumed
it was some kind of freaky come-on.

But
though I couldn’t admit it
I did think I felt something hot
when you asked me to put out my hand
and use all of my senses.
It was strange.
It was foreign.
It was an experience like nothing I’d felt before
but I didn’t want to have to deal
with absurdly imaginatory magical powers
so I snarked it off.

I wasn’t brave enough
to face your reality
and in the month to come
found my distance from you.
After what I did
about your girlfriend,
I’m sure that didn’t devastate you
even a little.

The man you’ve become
(so far as I know)
is neither a sorcerer nor psychic
so it’s probably not a big deal
that I didn’t express belief in you
but I should have been a better friend
and should have let you
give me a bit more
of your strange soul sword.