Pawn B3
The night before
The Knight: B4
and pressing onwards.
The Queen remains restless and will perish
lest we act now. Her time lessens...
I had my lesson...
Before that night she meant nothing
A passer-by in a page of my diary.
A number on a card I would pursue
Then proceed to play my hand– lose.
Chipping away at my subconscious
Till I’m unconscious in a bar again.
The supplements don’t work.
One more night of this addiction will kill me.
Pain in pain; in panes, she walks
down past the window again
I put down my glass
I cannot take a sip.
I go back to my game.
Pawn: B3
