She haunts the barren wastelands,
Her dishevelled clothes and cracking bones,
They say she's the results of sins unatoned,
But she is a spectre of her own plans.
He was born and bred amongst the sands,
A luxurious beach house that housed drones,
Expensive clothing, computers and phones,
He knew not of calloused hands.

She wasted away with every breath taken,
He kept a smile in his pocket, in his phone, on Instagram,
She kept a smile for when she heard the whistle of a tram,
He left nature and beauty around him forsaken.
He lived on the left side of town,
She lived on the right side of town.