One of my all time fav movies is In Her Shoes.
A story that starts off as a very very ordinary chick flick and somewhere eventually becomes a very emotional movie . About two sisters – who are absolutely different , yet there s this bond that ties them of loss & hurt . This poem comes about at almost as the defining point of the movie.
Both sisters end up finding their true calling , fight their fears , discover their true selves and despite a misunderstanding that takes them apart they eventually come closer and help each other become what they truly want to be.

I love this poem .. and the way Cameron Diaz recites it. And then goes about explaining her interpretation of it. Right now .. as am losing a friend that i was quite happy to discover , and i am trying to be umm okay about it .. this is what i feel .

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 loved 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 may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

— Elizabeth Bishop

Its heart wrenching to see the way the poet seems so detached and cold about the whole ‘losing’ deal. but then that’s just the surface.( or what i call the self preservation thing!) deep deep down , there s an ache and unbeatable sense of loss that’s already setting in .
and she’s being evasive about it by saying she’s gotten used to it.

But you might lose keys , or books or names or houses you’ve stayed in …
but when you lose a friend…you lose a part of you.

Its an art that isnt hard to master.