Two hearts are distanced
by pain and hurt.
An argument started
by a misspoken blurt.
It's a fact of life
that we sometimes disagree.
Then we're stubborn and suffer
in our broken harmony.
'Who's right? Who's wrong?'
is all that seems to matter.
While things left unsaid
hang in silent chatter.
Neither wants to give.
Neither wants to budge.
So the hurt goes on
while holding that grudge.
The issue at hand
gets lost in the shuffle.
Hearts are bruised
in the ensuing scuffle.
Pride holds each at bay
and widens the gap.
Till neither can recall
what even caused the mishap.
Each thinks they're right.
But by now its so benign.
For all it takes is one step,
to cross the fault line.