Listless passion lingers for her, evoking irrefutable feelings of discontent. Our smiles were once contagious, and love dripped from us like honey. The day my heart was broken, time ceased to exist, and I have never fully recovered. Although I see her daily, we are as strangers meeting each other within platonic hallways, and speaking in cyrpted, sarcastic platatudes. The inferno that once burned so brightly for her, has become a flickering, moist, flame; burning precariously next to the breezy window; a window that has been left open purposly, with reckless abandonment.