workings of the heart

This was one of those days when work lasted nonstop from the time I clocked in until the time I left. All I was left with is a fragment of a poem I'm going to try to recall here. these fragile constructs/of flesh and dreams/are watered only by blood and tears/that rust the heart/and bring us near/to heaven and hell/and all realms in between/we reach for one another's hearts/only to find ours/is the most unclean. That's about all I have for now...it may work itself into a decent haiku at some point. Or not. In any case, thanks for stopping by...peace.