The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys.
I lost two cities, two rivers and a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
Even losing you, the joking voice, a gesture i love.
I shouldn't have lied.
It's evident the art of losing is not too hard to master.
Though it may look like a disaster.
