Magic Hours

Lost in time. Afraid to sleep
for fear of a place
that I've seen in my dreams
and that I'm worried is where I'll die.

Neither followed nor lead—
left with arms outstretched, but empty
—I write my way across the underworld
and through the afterlife.

Too scared to apologize after this long.
Nervous that I've missed any chance I may have had
while we both were still awake and above.