Help me, please. Pull me through. Hold me closer than I dare hold you. Don't give up. Draw me in. Make me turn from my glowing screen to your glowing skin. It's as if you were a kindly surgeon, And I your patient, prone and numb. I surrender like a wary virgin To your fingers and your thumb And your knife, that could either end or save my life. You work so hard- And I know it's not fair- Getting me to come from over here to over there. And I fail to see Why you would even bother For this cross between a needy child and an absent father. But try, please try. Please try.