Faithlessness

I do not fear the messiness of death— The cold, dreamless sleep, ghastly blue. What I fear at my last breath Is total separation from you. All that we had together, all that we knew Will be as if they never were, not even a blur. I cannot abide the thought, nor think it true For such to be seems to me an ungodly slur. Some atheists say this fear I artlessly confess Explains why man had to make Gods. Even so, my life-long faith eases my distress. It sweetly whispers: faithless claims are frauds.