The land flooded with red dusty dirt,
we are hugging the coast,
got a text from you, your a mess,
a guy you like is being mean,
even though you let him in your bed,
connection to the land muddled in our little lives.
I breath in the waterfall and shiver as the sun rises over the hill,
the flowing rivers and the valley that remains still,
the subtle colours, shift to stark contrast,
animals staring back at me,
another text, crying in a hot bath,
I would give you a hug,
but love from me is old love.
the land is still there, but the connection is lost.