Dejected

Dejected -Chopped III Keys of a typewriter no more sound, Awake till late on work she wasn't around, Full of cigerrette butts is the ashtray, Work stress and I have gone astray, Some butts with lipstick red so bright, A single earring she might have dropped last night, An old air ticket signals fury of my spouse, There's no sign of her presence in the house, I am left dejected sitting on the ground, Tender signs of loneliness loudly sound ! Written December 20th, 2014 For Craig's "Chopped III" contest