The Art of Losing

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 everyday. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, I lost two cities, two rivers, a continent. I miss them but it wasn't a disaster. Even losing you the joking voice and gesture I love. I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not to hard to master though it may look like a disaster.


I think he wants to sound detached. He wants to sound like it doesn't matter because he know deep down how bad it's going to feel to lose...

Lose what or whom? Is it a lover?

No it's a friend!


For you

I carry your heart with me. I carry it in my heart. I am never without it. Anywhere I go, you go, my dear. And what ever is done by only me is your doing, my darling. I fear no fate for you are my fate, my sweet. I want no world, for, beautiful you are my world, my true. Here is the deepest secret no one knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide. It is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart. I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart.