when i'm home

meeting at our old haunts
i couldn't help but smile
making eye contact
(you've always had such blue eyes)
my heart started pumping at a dizzying rate
although i'd rather romanticize
what i wish we still had
even as you tell me about that other girl
i suspect
it has more to do with
the three cups of coffee
regardless
whatever my organs tell me
you feel like coming home