You're leaving again
Why do you go searching for your soul
Can't you find it right here
At home where everything is in disarray
In a pleasant way
Because of the kids
Where Papa listens to the slow humming
Of his transistor radio
Where Grandma fusses about our hair sprays
And Tita Bea, forbidding midnight calls
Go then if you must
If you think you can still find
A single unicorn to dance with
When you have left
I will miss your jokes and stories
All about the little people and Juan Tanga
Don't worry about Secrets
I'll feed him everyday
And yes, the nights you revealed yourself to me
Will remain hidden in the dark
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