Sitting by the window looking for
The someone who was here before
Waiting in vain not knowing any more
Than Melinda who wouldn’t close the door.

Sitting by the fireside staring into the flames
She thought she saw the face of one in blame,
Leaving through death or desire it felt the same
Poor Melinda cried herself almost insane.

Sitting by her father egging him to explain
Why her mother wouldn’t be kissing her again
Living a shadow of a life –not living but breathing
Come away Melinda come in and close the door.


(inspired by the song Come Away Melinda – by Tim Rose)