That’s all right then.

That’s what I said

But you lied to me.

A kind lie told to a half-wit

Like so many lies, kind and otherwise

That I’d heard.

That’s all right then.

That will be fine.

I understand.

How many times have I said those words?

But I don’t always understand.

Why is a promise to me less

Than the promise made to another man?

Why do I have to accept the laughter?

Accept the things never told to me?

Accept the facts never explained?

Oh, that’s all right then.

Oh, that will be fine.

That was all right then,

But this is now.