Stolen Segments of Empty Space

I'm counting the seconds until I can see you again
and as seconds become minutes
and minutes hours a nervous
anticipation is building in my stomach
what will I say
For everyone knows that one
can't be too honest
with his feelings for another
It's the "ego clause" in The Handbook of Life and Love
I fear that even this poem is slightly inappropriate,
yet I continue to humiliate myself with humble phrases
and projections for a future
that may have ended last night

though I continue to write

so that I may stop
counting stolen segments
of empty space
Ajar