Gate A13

As we were grounded I was hit with the flooding emotions of the time we shared and the memories we created here. Walking on those linoleum floors through the maze of gates and pathways, my mind was replaying the stories we wrote with the dance of our bodies and the intertwining of our souls. Standing with stained cheeks surrounded by porcelain, reliving you in a daydream that was once my place of solitude and security. I am not yours to undress anymore. You saw my naked body before you bothered to get to know my naked soul and that there speaks volumes to what you see and who you are.