A boy

A girl

A room

You’d think that maybe this would mean something deep.

Or something happy.

Or maybe something dirty.

Maybe something depressing, like a death or a breakup.

Perhaps something beautiful.

But no.

It didn’t mean anything

Not to him.

Not to her.

Not to the room.

It was nothing.

Just a passing through.

Suddenly the room was empty, just as the two walked past each other.

But that was it.

Nothing else