Intoxications.

I play "Gymnopédie No. 1" to a home
busy with ghosts and painted apathy.
They prepare eulogies and
whisper their sorrows
into my mouth.
I let them spoonfeed me,
green-and-white pills
my serenity,
my peace.

The bottles can't
stay hidden for long.
He finds the dregs,
and though I pray
for him to scold me,
he sits with a newspaper
and sighs into the dead air.

Soon, there is nothing
but asbestos in the walls
and dust on the keys.
I can't hear the music
anymore.

Then, she enters
and I feel purpose again.

The ghosts packed their bags
a long time ago,
so I travel with her
to the grandest cities.
Though I can't understand
the pieces
nor the fierce fire within
her irises,
I am content.

Despite the obsessions,
I believe the ghosts have
moved miles away.

I let dreams serenade me.

She'll be okay.
She has to be okay.

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Inspired by "The Queen's Gambit". I cannot recommend this show enough.