A case of the Mondays

I've never known what it is to like someone so much that their absence makes me feel like ...
like I packed up my right arm and sent it off with them (and I write with that hand). I had a good
grasp of this feeling last night(grasping with the left, of course...) when I drew this.
And the broken vessels?
Could be an old Christian reference to how we are all 'cracked vessels'. I'm not sure.
Medium: colored pencils and ink