Claire 2 - Simply For Claire
She showed me her dead sister’s poems
They filled an old wooden cabinet
There were hundreds no thousands
Each hand written on paper not typed
It was obvious by looking they were skilled
The person who wrote them
I’d actually read a few poems
Not these but the ones in the book
The book published by our company
It was responsible for the airport
They figured publish a book
And print some photos and its fine
The local inhabitants will agree
And move away from their home
After being paid double the value
Of their land and dwellings
It was a terrific offer the best
For the company were the best
That’s why I worked for them
I was the best and got results
They sent me to the village
To finalise the sale and all
Just one little home remained
There was a small problem
The home owner couldn’t sign
Over her house and land
It’s not that she didn’t want to
Or was out of town
She was dead killed outright
It was a car crash and that was that
Her sister was now in charge
Of the affairs and estate
Maybe she planned it or not
I can’t say but hey
What do I really know?
I could’ve easily got her squiggle
On the three forms and then moved onwards
The airport would’ve been built
State of the art and much needed
Tens of thousands of flights a year
Multiple millions of passengers
It was an awesome project
Designed by the best
But those poems were simply…
…I cannot describe them
Or how I felt then or even now
It’s like Mark Twain's dead artist girl
Emmeline Grangerford in Huckleberry Finn
She was alive in her paintings
Something happened and I stalled
Maybe it was a job too far
Or the girl from beyond her grave
Or simply her poems
Or maybe I was human
Or maybe her alive sister
And not killing a pretty village
Ruining their lives completely
What the fuck do I know?
I work in Real Estate and all that
My company is a Forbes Top Ten
But the dead gal’s sister sadly smiled
She passed me nine thousand poems
The house keys and full deeds
And said it’s all mine
And she gave herself to me too
I’m not greedy and need nothing
I’m not money orientated
I close deals and am the best
But I couldn’t close this
Her sister the poems the house
And the date we both had
And following marriage and kids
Cost me my career and reputation
But that never mattered
What mattered was a dead gal
And the poems she did
I fell in love with her
She’s gone but her sis Rosa is here
She intuitively understands
All of it so damn much
I think I do
Do you?