The Atheist

I used to love you madly
I worshipped you, it’s true
you were the God of Laughter
I was your jester Jew

I read over your shoulder
I memorized those prayers
I was your private voyeur,
then a child, stuck in her stare

I gave up sleep for all those years
I dreamt all night of you.
My hopes were all so vivid, then
unbroken by the truth

We were a church of passion, once
I was your broken pew
and you knelt over my body,
and you prayed when we were through

Yet I always was your congregant
you always were my Lord.
Now I’m an atheist –
Now you’re ignored.