submerged

I wait,

Watching the door

Hold my beer in one hand,

Coffee spills over the other

I drink,

Watching the door

Hold a gun in one hand,

Fingers crossed in the other

Welcome home,

This carpeted canvas 

of macabre banality,

Flowers and salt

I am a pillar, 

Waiting to turn. 

You are a ship,

Nearly submerged.