You Look At Me

You seem to wonder why I catch your eye
Or how, and how I always seem to be
There with a wink as humour passes by
Across your face and you're looking at me.
I think you're questioning how, when you glance
Sidelong at me, I'm looking back at you
Invariably, and if it's by chance
That when you mime to me I catch that too,
And imitate your silliness. You pause,
Seeming to ponder how I'm always ready
When you look, no matter what the cause,
To catch the every tremor, every eddy
Of your emotion in your eyes. Here's why:
I'm always looking at you. Aren't I?