Evereve

The art of losing is not hard to learn
To lose, forget, and leave behind
Forget one moment, never to return
Surreptitiously declined.
The first cut is the deepest, so they say,
The anger of an anxious mind
Once acquainted with this constant loss
It leaves you without clues behind
I lost the reason, lost the thought,
lost the sense it almost got
forgot the reason why to yearn;