A small moment 

and I have forgotten you completely. 

The way the air changes when you're near.

It's fragmented and perfect - like how molecules were described in middle school science. Somewhat vague and nebulous, yet close and intimate. A world unknown and all around me. 

You pull up and it was as if I had never stepped out of that moment that you looked into my eyes. You were trying to find me there, somewhere wandering, tugging at the world like it owed us friendship and closeness. Something to covet of our own. 

I am used to not being trusted.