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I can keep promises, Bàba

Bàba, will you ever come back?
Or will we forever wonder where you are?

I can keep promises, Bàba.

Bàba, if you ever come back,
I promised not to ask why you left.
Even if I have a hundred thousand queries,
I promised not to ask a single one,
And won't also ask a single soul.
Even if I feel like I'm left dumbfounded,
I promised not to probe.

Bàba, will we forever wonder where you are?
I promised not to ask why it was so easy for you to leave.
I promised to stay silent, despite knowing the truth.
I will not tell anyone that I'm secretly hoping,
That a little girl in me is longing.

Bàba, where are you?
I promised not to ask where you went,
Even if I counted the days you were away.
I promised not to be curious,
About that other family on your phone.
I promised to try to smile some more,
Like that little kid you called "My son..." before.

Bàba, I miss you a lot lately.
I promised not to tell anyone how I'm broken into three.
I promised not to look like I'm falling apart,
And I won't tell anyone that I'm still having trouble sleeping at night.

Bàba—
What do I do when you break every inch of my fiber
Before any man could?
But if you really ever come back,
I promised not to tell anyone.

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