What else in this room
reminds me of you
The window sill
with a crucified pit
Of an avocado still sits in water
What else in this room
reminds me of
The relationship
I have 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
Reminded you of me
One more week in this apartment
One more week of being haunted