The Break-up

Because it's not you, God, it's me. But mostly you.

My parents introduced us and then left us well alone;

They must have been convinced that I was ready.

Soon after, when my soul was sure the seeds of love were sown;

I closed my eyes and asked you to go steady.

I thought about you every day, and spoke to you at night;

We spent our Sunday mornings close together;

You filled my darkest days with a resplendent, gleaming light;

You calmed my stormy moods with clement weather.

But as the long years passed and you took all I had to give;

What once seemed fathomless was strangely shallow;

I realised, as I grew into this life I have to live;

We got involved when I was young and callow.

I read, I learned, I thought, I grasped, I asked, “what if?” and “how?”

My thirst for reason burgeoned by the minute;

My love for you soon drowned. Unfettered thoughts were clearer now:

The world makes much more sense without you in it.