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 led;
left with arms outstretched, but empty;
I wait 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 awake above.