Behind the Screen

With your invisible hands, you pull me closer to the screen of gray,
And while I have all the power in the world to pull away,
I feel as though I need to stay.

I can hear your crying, for it echoes across two-thousand miles,
But it makes me happy when I can evoke a few smiles
As you discuss your life’s trials.

And I bang out my heart’s words, like the bullets from your guns.
Flashing light from your window shines like a hundred suns...
You tell me that your blood runs.

You found me so innocent, only one of a million sweet profiles;
I’ve become a comfort food found in one of the snack aisles.
You hunger as the phone dials.

Yet somehow I feel, as night engulfs my time zone’s day,
That this is more than just a pop culture cliché:
We gain from what we both say.