stretching the muscle that's not there

[gothyk]

it's one of those nights.
the road home is not long enough
to stretch out this stream of thoughts and undisclosed feelings
any bed is better than my bed
to lay upon
and mull this over
quiet conversation
with someone who really wants to know what's wrong

there's a part of my heart
that stretches out
reaching for something that's not there
and i get the same feeling i get
when i'm falling
when it falls
except this time nothing's catching it
and it just falls

spoon in spoon
sipping our coffee
and nothing's stirring
it's just the same old coffee
going round
swirling thick with the burnt aroma
of so what ever after

it's not that she doesn't care
but it's like stretching the muscle that's just not there