Donations to the Reservoir

The waiter is left
first and last rose
from my failed blind date.

I finish the dinner
the best part was
cutting steak in pieces
thinking of my
ex lover's new lover.

“I just washed those sheets”
she howled at rose petals
I lay there for her
trying to be romantic.

Much later I find
I can't get used to
dishes in the sink
without her
lipstick.

I've taken to running
most nights past
places we left
transparent memories at.

At the reservoir
where some ended their lives
I end each nights run.

Tears drop in
but I step back
turn and run
home or somewhere
like it.