Soulless emotions and dirty hands.
I loved too hard in the shadows of another man. 
The tears that rained on me came from another distant land. 
I was slipping away and love missed the grab. 
Pray that this deep depression leaves again. 
Or that the shattered heart I wear finds the glue to mend. 
Or that blessings sew the threads of my splintered plans. 
These calloused palms clasp tight through the reprimands from losing faith again.