I wish you hadn’t left, Caroline
we could have had a future, and it would have been real fine.
But you had to travel your path, so I guess I’ll just go mine.
I’m sorry that you’re gone, Caroline.

I’m sorry ’bout the way I sold your dog.
I’m sorry I blew your grandma, and then put it on my blog.
The divorce, it was unfortunate – but left Google all agog.
Still, I’m sorry about your grandma – and the dog.

If you’d stayed around, we would be wed.
We’d celebrate anniversaries, with breakfasts in our bed.
Either that or one or both or all of us’d be dead.
Prob’ly nothing in between: dead or wed.

I miss you most in mornings, Carolyn.
That’s when you seemed the happiest, but also the most thin.
Plus, that was the time most of the arguments I’d win
– maybe cuz that’s when I’d slip you gin.

If you will come back to me today,
I won’t make you apologize, you wouldn’t have to say
a single thing to earn forgiveness which would come your way
the minute you come home with me to stay.