What else in this room
Reminds me of you?
The window sill
Where the crucified pit of an avocado
Still sits in water

What else in this room
Reminds me of the relationship I've ruined?
The tables I made –
Strong enough to hold your magazines
But not your tired legs

One more week in this apartment
One more week of being haunted
By the ghost of what should've been

What else in this fucking empty room
Reminds me of fucking you?
The orphaned couch
Where I spent some long nights
While you went out with our friends

What I wouldn't do
To be a ghost like you
To be somewhere new
To leave everything
The way you left everything
That reminded you of me

One more week in this apartment
One more week of being haunted…