when I stopped believing in God,
there was no crisis
no long protracted conflict.
I suppose I was mad
said some things I {did} mean
and we went our separate ways.
I still spoke to them on the bad nights
the nights when no one else could listen
but they never said anything.
Suppose I could have hurt them.
Doubt it,
but anything’s possible.
Well,
not anything.
I don’t believe in God, after all.
