Island Bay feels empty already

there's a castle painted in the arts
and black cats that jump the roof
and samosas sold on the street
and your lazy smile tearing through my defences
you pack softly smile
and sun comes alive with oranges floating in the wind
blink and stars cry lonely in the night
you walk
and I do not know if I should be crying because i miss you
and missing you because in the worldly terms
we know not eachother Jessica,