drafts of yesterday

Of sidewalks and glances

I thought it was fun
to leave hundreds of footstep on the ground with you by my side

with the sun raised up high on the blue-sparkling sky
with my love soaring so fast
like fireworks in the night sky

and those words spilled out of our mouth with such softness
sometimes it makes me melt

and those eyes
that would sometimes make me utter such blasphemy (for it's gentle yet daring look)
each time I look at it

fun, i thought but then I noticed
i was at your left the whole time
so why do you always glance over your right shoulder?