She mastered the art of losing;
she was accomplished
at forgetting.
She lost things,
then places,
then names,
then words,
then faces.
And finally she lost her mind.
She forget who she was;
the memories of her past
erased by her illness.
It was a talent she didn't
intend to practice
but performed daily.
Some days she excelled
at her skill;
other days lucidity
clouded her performance.
But slowly she improved
until each day
she was a different character
acting out a new life.
She mastered the art of losing,
or perhaps the art of losing
mastered her.