The grey disquiet of

Your absence taints

Each of my nights.

Echoes of unfinished

Conversations haunt me.

Remnants of your presence

Lurk throughout our home.

Your bath towel hangs,

Dejectedly, on its hook.

I haven’t disposed of

Your toothbrush.

No one is allowed to

Clean your shaving brush.

Secretly, I inhale your

Comb’s aroma, and let

My fingers run over

Everything you once touched.

But life hasn’t stopped.

It’s been five years, and I

No longer wait for a ransom call.

Even so, the grey persists.

Author: Julieta Corpus

Julieta Corpus has been writing since the age of eleven. She graduated from UTPA with a Bachelors Degree in Interdisciplinary Studies. She’s been an elementary school teacher for the past eleven years, but has never stopped writing. She’s been published by UTPA”s Gallery Magazine, Tendiendo Puentes, a poetic anthology, Mesqite Review, STCC’s Interstice and Tierra Firme , and in the September 2009 issue of the Mcallen Monitor’s Festiva, Writers Edition. She also organizes poetry readings and is an active member and participant of the Rio Grande Valley Poetry Festival and the San Benito Writers forum. Julieta blames her penchant for the dramatic in her poetry to a life long addiction to Mexican soap operas. And she is a regular contributor to Writers of the Rio Grande


3 Responses to Grey

  1. Eugene "Gene" Novogrodsky says:

    …a beautiful piece about a very remarkable man (poet speaker reader) by a very sensitive poet ….

  2. Julieta Corpus says:

    Not about Arturo. This poem is about a woman’s husband kidnapped in Matamoros and never returned.
    Thank you for your comment, Gene.

  3. Eugene "Gene" Novogrodsky says:

    …oops read too quickly! Fine piece.

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