Fleeting Sigh

I cannot seem to help the fashion in which I stand,

as a platter of, buffet-style, emotional vulnerability.

I hope the quickening of my heartbeat isn’t too obvious or too loud.

Perchance, I need a thicker coat to muffle the sound of my starving heart.

I just but glance at you,

and the intuition in me,

it knows that your mind is a deep well of wonderment.

Is it so awful for me to long for a drink from your thoughts?

I’m striving to be the most patient version of me that I can possibly be.

I spy you in the layers of the sunsetting sky, and I inhale, then let out another fleeting sigh.