Can you teach me to unlove?

Everywhere I look -
I see the grey clouds romancing the horizon;
paper boats sailing happily in puddles;
a young couple holding hands;
a lipstick-stained rim of a half-empty coffee mug;
dew-covered pink flowers smothered with mud;
everywhere I look the planet is spelling love
and I think of him.

Everything I hear -
the crickets calling out at night;
the thunder guarding the sky;
a similar honk of his bike;
the sound of rain kissing the soil;
everything I hear is reminding me of so many - yesterdays
and I think of him.

There are poets preaching love;
artists spreading love through
the strings of the guitar
or the strokes of their brushes
or the jingle of the ghungroo-s..
there are how-to books on love!

But, I'm running away
from the memories,
from the yesterdays,
from him.
I don't want to love him,
can you teach me to unlove?