Extract

Extract of myself that comes back to me
from what I've joined in love that is now lost
is sorrow, carrier of residue 
that will stay with me in me to change me

such grief is a stealthy bringer of wealth,
riches of no material coin,
inner alloy forged of pleasure and pain,
a bond that's held securely in the chest

I sing but part in sad celebration,
because no matter what is made to last
the hurt of loss remains to give life pause,
to remind that I am short remainder

of a division that's herald of more,
a shadow truth that joy tries to ignore