Claire Bolden Archives - Baltimore Post-Examiner

A Poem About Lost Friendship

She was lost and lonely and You found her She was funny and spirited and You liked her

They don’t see me, but they feel me everywhere. When he touches her with his one good hand, he feels

The man walks up to our door. I can’t see his face, but he can see me looking at him

I wandered across the moor, Intrigue guiding my heavy steps, And history and memories pushed my journey on. The ghosts

It smells like opium dancing in your nostrils With a rush of wind flying through your hair And the kiss