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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
