Laura II

In the middle of an August night
my inability to sleep causes
my mind to race here and there,
but eventually drift
to days some 40 years ago.

Not sure why.

Young and beautiful you were.
But mostly I remember
your patience and kindness
to a friend, me
who suffered from depression
and who was more a bother
than a friend.

On this placid August night
thoughts of 40 years past
lead to words as
a way to apologize
and say I’m sorry.
Too little, too late.

Thank-you for asking me
to walk with you
for graduation.
It is an honor
I will never forget.

Oh yeah,
to answer your question
from a reunion 30 years ago,
I’m writing again.
Have been for several years now.
Seems to me
there was a Laura I.
What do you think?
Is 40 years later
too soon for
Laura II?