Someone Has To Go First Poem by Savva Emanon

Sometimes love does not end
because two hearts
stopped caring.

Sometimes it simply waits
behind two closed doors,
each hoping
the other will knock first.

Pride calls itself strength.
Silence pretends to be peace.

And slowly,
two people who once knew
everything about each other
learn how to become strangers.

All because neither could say,
I was wrong.
I hurt you.
I miss us.

There is courage
in being the first to soften.
In laying down the armour
without knowing
if the other person will too.

An apology cannot undo yesterday.

But sometimes
three honest words,
I am sorry,
can build a small bridge
across years of distance.

And perhaps love
was never asking us
to decide who should go first.

Only whether what remains
between two hearts
is precious enough
for someone
to finally begin.