Sidewalk Poetry

My heart always goes in your direction every time it runs off; my heart races, rests only on your heart

I come out at night after it when my day's dark side is light,

recoursing vanity's disbelief by leaving veiled endearments of "Always needing you." strewn about: map to city blocks, map to years worth; hopeful map to your heart

Leaving letter's sparks in blue and pink, desiring to ignite with my sidewalk poetry, for your embers that'll splinter and flame a path when your eyes are weighed down by the reality of the cold, hard concrete