Robert Beveridge – Poem – 6

by Robert Beveridge

It is as if you
have never left.
The coffee atop
the refrigerator,
your soap in the dish,
a phantom of jasmine
in the air.

Now, you are on your way
home, these await you
as I do.


Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise ( and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent appearances have been at Collective Unrest, Cough Syrup, and Blood & Bourbon, among others.