The sadness, it's all I shall ever have.
It's slow and thorough, yet beautiful and without sorrow.
Fierce and commanding, yet freeing and independent.
The result of everything, the outcome to anything.
The source of realization, the way to reconsideration.
How I hope, you will never leave me.
And when it all befalls, you will be my crutch.

Just like you always were.
Even if hope springs forth out of misery.