The Ghost of What Should've Been

What else in this room
 Reminds me of you?
 The windowsill
 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 have 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