Sharing War with a Poet Friend 01/19/18

There are things common and things different to share.
I am not you; you are not me, so we tell each other stories.
It was a long time ago, and it was big within my life,
and a mystery, for more than a few decades,
and now is next to nothing.
It was there that I did first comprehend
the tragedy and terrible waste of untimely death.
I never wrote about it then - the world swept us on.
Don't talk much about it now -  not many even ask.
But that was my day,
and sufficient unto the day are the troubles of its own.