You would keep your landscape pristine forever.
But I have broken you apart a thousand times all the same. Crashed against you, cracked through your surface and swum in your veins till we drowned. I have been your natural disaster, your flood and tempest, the violent wind that scattered your bones. I have held you under and pulled you back up, submersed you for a different salvation.
I have conquered your landscape. And surrendered you mine.
Have you ever noticed how the sun splinters itself on water, my love? Not everything has a desire to be whole …
(the love that I loved)