Though, I Do

I sit all day doing nothing
but watch
us drift,
loaf
about our mansion and in
doing so I avoid all probability of
clashing with my past:
too much cash,
too far apart,
too many things lost,
too many things not said,

and this is how I bypass friction;
no way,
no how,
no possibility of committing an act of iniquity
and stumbling into a crimson flash of instant passion...

though, I do miss you.