My proclamations/
fall on deaf ears. They’re not heard;/
she prefers slumber.
OR
No matter how loud/
I proclaim, she won’t hear me./
She’s fallen asleep.
“I’m not ignoring/
you!” she claimed, responding to/
texts sent months ago.
Why would she ignore/
God’s revelation to her?/
Just because he’s fun?
Some claim: “If he’s the/
right guy, he won’t leave.” Unless/
she’s ignoring him.
I’m ignoring her,/
of course. Otherwise it hurts/
too much to recall.
She has decided/
to ignore me. How, then, can/
I send her a hug?
We yell and ask, loud,/
“WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH MY LIFE?!?”/
then don’t like answers.
Does she not know of/
people and Temple prayer rolls?/
And think God ignores?
I wondered when I/
would want her again and she’d/
again ignore me.
OR
I wondered when I’d/
want her again and she would,/
once more, ignore me.