Breakup
I’m sorry, God,
but things just aren’t
working out between us.
In the beginning
it was all light
and flowers
and stargazing
and hanging out together
on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
And it was good.
But you’ve changed.
Do this, don’t do that,
worship Me.
“You shall have
no other gods before me.”
Ok, I said, we can be exclusive.
And, sure, I’ve coveted my neighbor,
but I’ve been faithful to you.
Still, you’re always watching me,
asking if there’s anything
I’d like to confess.
So I’m breaking up with you.
I’d like to date other gods.
Let’s just be friends.
Categories: Poetry