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 were both still awake above.