01. Loss Poem by Eugenia Dubinova

Loss has once again
bewitched me.
Everything that I did treasure—
I was fated to lose.
In the dark veil, she flows graciously,
with red eyes glancing forcefully,
she who takes them to the other side.
In white walls, I am transfixed;
and I, as a child, cry mournfully.
But within this blaze, there is clarity too:
nothing was ever in my possession.
And everything I loved that has left me,
I couldn't with my pure devotion—keep,
for that was not mine to keep.
For how much I would wish to save, to preserve;
as who I am and what I am left with—
I can only cherish the love
that I had a chance to
feel while it was still with me, connected,
in all the ways spiritual and magnificent;
in all ways beautiful,
amalgamated with this joy,
as the only thing that I can possess,
now as a bright memory.
A web that has its ways to the other side, to this one too.
And through this web one day, again, I'll know my path to you.