She says it under her breath
as I walk out the door
as I walk out the door
every day, as if
she thinks I cannot hear her—
half wanting
half not wanting me
to hear her—
because she knows
I am atheist
and she is afraid
I may try to force
my beliefs on her.
She says it under her breath
as I walk out the door,
always in a whisper
to try to save my soul,
a directive,
whether I like it or not.
Go with God, she says.
I will go without.
Eric
