nothing

matched dissimilarity
hurried slowness
unthinking minds
unfeeling hearts
no hearts, at times…
cold, that cold heated persona
of each other
their dullness as brilliant as could be
moving along somehow
ever so un-movingly
timeliness of belated zeal
tense calmness of the interacting
two people
resisting the impoliteness of their bitterness
living it so, so sincerely….
each presuming unselfishly,
each effecting some cause
of another and another dissimilarity
whatever it might be called
the deep nothing,
between the two of them
is so content
is so content
it does not matter
how it is, just
the mere nothingness of it
the unfair nothingness of it