Ghost of What Should've Been by Owen

What else in this room, reminds me of you?
The window seal, where the crucified pit
Of an avacado still sit's in water
What else in this room
Reminds me of the relationship I've ruined?
The table 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
But won't be
What else in this fucking empty room
Reminds me of fucking you? -