Mourning and Boredom

During an unfulfilling day at the office,

Home alone on a weekday night, or

Over a weekend filled with routine errands and nothingness,

Mourning and boredom kick in.

Mourned:

The loss of my innocence and

For the faded closeness with my brother.

Both left behind when we moved from Highgate Lane.

His childhood and mine so different,

Left a schism not yet mended.

Mourned:

The death of Daddy.

His abuse of my brother and

His kindness toward me

The source of this divide.

Mourned:

The death of Mommy and

A relationship which grew

From distant parent and rebellious teen to

Best friendship between a mother and daughter.

Mourning the loss of what once was.

Now, emptiness remains –

A festering void, lined with tedium.

Reflections