Lonely Haiku

Red picnic table dusty with loneliness,

the dry breeze blowing back the pieces of chipped paint hanging on by a speck.

There are red fence posts, a barrier from my empty surroundings.

The house was lemon drop yellow, 
The bathroom door broken off its hinges
The mugs fit perfectly in my hand 
If I ever needed water. 
A large stock of Ramen
A large stock of Redbull