Caramel - Suzanne Vega

It won’t do to dream of caramel,

to think of cinnamon

and long for you.

It won’t do to stir a deep desire,

to fan a hidden fire

that can never burn true.

I know your name,

I know your skin,

I know the way

these things begin;

But I don’t know

how I would live with myself,

what I’d forgive of myself

if you don’t go.

So goodbye,