‘Love is a skill rather than an enthusiasm’ – Alain de Botton
She is giving me lessons
in love without hate –
but my teacher is failing me
for my schoolboy mistakes
The morning was fractured –
my compass wouldn’t twist –
I failed to find answers
and she would not assist
My notebook is ink-stained –
I scribe off my left –
I crib her taught words
but I always forget
The air is mite-lighted
as I pull from her mind –
this classroom is silent
as my learning unwinds