One.
Is home,  good boy,  too good for you.

Two.
Next door, doctor, married, five kids.

Three.
Visits every Sunday, doctor, married, five kids.

Four.
Cherub and sweet, tender, joined the Church.
...Splat.

Five.
Businessman, wrong people.
...Splat.

Six.
Married a German girl.
...Splat.

Seven.
Left for America.
...Splat.

Took Eight
to America.
...Splat

Came back for Nine
in America.
...Splat.

Ten.
Politician... oh well.
...Splat.

Eleven
Soap opera star, not killing people.

Twelve.
Love affairs, bad marriage, gets into fights.
...Good men are hard to find.

Thirteen.
Rides motorcycles, movie actresses, parties.
...He's my baby.

Where do I begin?
Certainly can not from the beginning
Enter the darkness again
Exile from the light.

Stay in my infantile thoughts,
My selfish whims,
My horrid delights.
That's what I'll do.

Go back to your silent reverence.
I'll go back to mine.

You want hidden?
I'll be hidden.

You want to be silent?
So will I.

Loss hits hard.
Thoughts begin again.
Late night attempt.
Insomniac attack.

No laughter heard.
No joy sounded.
No smile seen.
No tears fall.

Exanimation at its best.
Not depressed,
Not sad,
Not happy, nor mad.
Just Dead.

These are the times to dread the most.
Rather than feel,
You die inside.

Reborn.
Rebirth.
The sun begins to shine,
the clouds are lifting.

The heart may ache still,
but there's promise,
there's hope left,
a prayer answered.

Undergo
a significant change,
the errors forgivable now.
Don't need the help,
don't need the professional.

Good changes.
Looking forward
not behind.
Everything is set ahead.
The future is promise.