Lord

Lifetimes have passed between us and still,
You run towards me just close enough
To guarantee that I remain your servant,
That I remain your faithful guard and just when I
Am close to touching you, you turn...
You run from me on the other side of th'earth
And I am left, as always, on my knees,
Kneeling on glass, and dirt, and blood...
Powerless inside your tug,
My lord.