What else in this room reminds me of you?
The windowsill with a 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 have been
What else in this fucking empty room reminds me of fucking you?
An 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