Waiting for my meatball to come back to me

I was singing the song ON TOP OF SPAGHETTI to my daughter today and after singing the song for the 200th time in a row to her, I realized that the first two verses of the song are a metaphor for divorce.

On top of spaghetti

All covered with cheese

I lost my poor meatball

When somebody sneezed

It rolled off the table

And on to the floor

And then my poor meatball

Rolled out the front door

Not to get too personal, but that somebody who sneezed was me and I'm still hoping my meatball will come back to my spaghetti all covered with cheese.