Hardness

i came to you
to lie.

the truth, it is so hard to say;
but, you are right, it should be easy.
i am afraid
and, at this moment, still too afraid
to whisper aloud to you:
"you are right."

So far away, you are
and i wonder what manner of lies
i can pass off as truth.
you will believe what i choose to say.

it was so easy, long ago,
to separate then from now and when
and to know how i got here from there
but now--nothing is simple to me.

"You are right" is the lie
as much as it is the truth
but you are right.
and you will believe me
once i am able to tell this to you.