because you sit on the train in the rain
on an L stop texting like a teenager
though you are at the door of thirty
after awhile i ingore you
either my messages drop or you ignore me
whole days pass after i've left
messages on your phone and you ignore me
the god who made the skies you
ignore him
and then you wonder why you cry
and you ignore it
and so at the last foolish message
i get up, and don't even deign
to respond, and maybe the reason
you say there is no god is
because he sometimes shakes
his head and like me, does
the same