The Yellow Butterfly

Empty were the hallways when we first returned.
Reminiscing, as we each took a step,
Realizing she is gone, never to return.
I denied the fact that something like this could happen,
You never think that this would ever happen,
But then it did.
My denial of the situation subsided,and
I became angry. My rage felt larger than a volcano's eruption.
But, even the angry fled from my kindred spirit.
Soon, I felt numb about the incident.
Distancing myself and staying in my room.
Not moving, not talking, just lying there with a blank expression,
Dreaming that this did not happen.
I still have not accepted this.
Her suffering has led to my aching.
I now notice things
Such as the complexity of a beautiful butterfly.
But I will not stop to be tormented my thoughts.
I will push forward.