SaMi

A drunken night
six years ago
I had not expected
to see you there,
did not know
you were in town
from faraway Detroit
where you were
involved in some
questionable
real estate endeavor.

We drank much
and quickly you
brought up the past
the tape I made you
some ten years before
when both of us
were but awkward teens,
your ridicule
was sharp
and severe
the litany of
songs you recalled
with such scorn
successive blows
to my pride
and perception.

I thought us friends
and your thinly veiled
resentment seeming
undiminished by the years
left me shocked
and chastised.
I fled
six years ago
and haven't seen you since.

Unexpected
the memory returns
aftershocks of shame and confusion.