One Art

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, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And Look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it make look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Elizabeth Bishop

*Fact: The last line means YES, LOSING LOOKS LIKE AND IS A DISASTER!!!! Hahahaha.

*It's funny (well, more or less). You lose and keep a persistent thought and a feeling denying to go away... That's the disaster, and yes, it's hard to master (haha). But what about the other one? Does he ever think of you at all? I don't think so. I know, it's sad but true.