In-between

Looking at my little brother
Playing with those toys
I once used,
But not anymore
I have grown too old.

Watching my parents drink
Wine,
The wine I’m not suppose to touch
Yet.
I’m too young.

There seems to be a line
Dividing, and separating.
On one side my parents,
On the other my brother,
I’m old, but still too young.

Isolated in the middle
Not knowing where to go.
Watching, waiting, and wanting
For time to pass.