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I never liked traveling to Manila.
It always ends in disaster or tears.
But my father lives there, I don’t
want to know what he is thinking.
Maybe he’d let me date you
when he comes around to talk
about why he wouldn’t answer
our phone calls for a time.
I never wanted to be in Manila
when everything I ever loved
is in America and London.
I always find joy in calling
you from the phone
and not caring if it’s late.
Late doesn’t even begin
with how much I love you.
I hear Manila calling for us
to stay apart for quite some time
but I don’t want my father to know
that I love a man who lives so far.