COME III

 

Come, teach me your skills

Teach me how you so beautifully manage

To talk without feeling

To keep your smile from reaching your eyes

To laugh without joy

To be a friend without caring

To keep your heart out of love

To walk away without one backward glance

To go on like yesterday was nothing

To never weep for what was…or wasn’t

 

Come, Teach me how you move on…

Every single time…remorselessly…

Guiltlessly …without missing a beat…

Come…teach me…now I need to know

 ~Swati Chandran ~

 

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