Plot And Stone
Michele Thomas
Do you know how long ago it was?
The woman asked of me
I said: I'm not sure
As the shame filled up behind my eyes
To the edge of it’s bitter sting
She said: Here’s the plot and here’s the stone
And she handed me a card
I walked away and back through the door
Towards the reckoning of my heart
Through a sea of stone
I waded to find a memory unwanted
I wasn’t sure what I’d find there
I only hoped that I might hear your voice whispering: I'm sorry
I remember from the armchair
Of the living room you bellowed your decree
The final act of a dying man letting go of what couldn’t be
Feeble angry words filled the room from wall to wall
It was the last time I’d hear your voice in my memory at all
You must have wanted to command time
With fleeting moments leaving you behind
Staring down fate in your crosshairs
Forgetting in fact it was I there wounded
But you never saw me
Now I can’t find you here
It’s just a plot and stone
But even though you’d gone away
You couldn’t leave me alone
I can’t find you here
I left you on your throne
And the scattered memories I have left
Don’t even have a home anymore
So I came in search of answers
To the questions that went unheard
Loud were the words that you once gave
But louder the silence that soon came so strong
Now I need to hear you
But I can’t find you here
It’s just a plot and stone
But even though you’d gone away
You couldn’t leave me alone
I can’t find you here
I left you on your throne
And the scattered memories I have left
Don’t even have a home anymore
I can’t find you here
It’s just a plot and stone
But even though you’d gone away
You couldn’t leave me alone
I can’t find you here
I left you on your throne
And the scattered memories I have left
Don’t even have a home anymore