|Ada Cottage Writing|
There were so few places that I did not feel afraid
To clasp your hand in mine,
Press you so close I could feel your heartbeat
Through our soft breasts.
And now I am terrified to return to those places.
I know that they are haunted
By a ghost that could so easily steal
Your sweet breath from my body.
|First version of this. I hope that the subtext comes out.|