Thank you all for your kind comments on the post below.
The robbery took place four years ago, the death even longer. I've run bits and pieces of that poem through my consciousness for quite a while now, and yesterday morning it made itself known, at 8am, and by 8:16am, I had most of it on the page.
Cathartic, healing. Now that I've immortalized it, in a fashion, I'm able to let go of it.
Poetry saves us — saves me — again and again.