Terese Mörtvik

Poetry - All Right

You say -OK- and I believe you,
even though I should know
that ring of false certainty
all too well.

You say -let's go-
and I plan our journey,
even though the tickets
won't go where you say they will.

You say -Yes- and like a fool
I forget to watch them,
your hands, your eyes,
what your smile is hiding.

You say -Fine-
and I trust what you're saying,
but I'm through with that now,
and we aren't all right.

But I'll make sure we will be.