L-For Erin, at 15

Your twin rings rang. 2:54 a.m.
I got the phone late,
But heard, "I just had to call,
I'm so screwed up, to talk to you."
A wayward boy-teen.
You heard another receiver lift,
Mine, "I've got to go now,"
You hung up because of me.
Sweetheart, my gorgeous girl,
"A Cat in a Crystal Forest,"
Remember? Across your
Little-girlhood we made drawings
And notes to exchange,
Our secret correspondence.
When you asked, yes, or no,
I fatly X'ed the box, Yes,
I love you. If only
Against your own 2:54 a.m.s,
Retain me. It might
Surprise you, the kind of person
A father continues to be.