You laugh at my jokes even when they sound the worst to my ears.
You are either flirting or are flustered.
I believe it is the former, though I could just be biased in my opinion.
I ask if you would like to come home. You don't hesitate, you stare.
Then, as if you have seen through me you nod.

Even as we leave the cafe
I wonder what you saw
when you gazed in,
because the inside is all empty
except for this beating heart.