Nothing, but something special

It was nothing we said.
It wasn't anything.
Not yet.

It wasn't going to be anything,
or go anywhere.
It was just nothing.
Still.

And then it didn't turn
into something.
It dwindle away
into nothing.

But our nothing,
it was something
special.

The tail of two changes

I am alone, minding my own business.
You come along, minding mine too.
But nothing changes.

The closer we get, the more we can't
stop the heat from taking control.
Still, it didn't change.

We drifted apart, we came back
together, but never the real thing.
Because nothing had changed.

And then it changed,
back to where it didn't
change from.

Thought I'd broken the spell,
gotten rid of the pattern, but
apparently, nothing changed.