I Don't Feel...

I don't feel the spark of joy I once felt with you.

I used to love, family gatherings at Auntie Norma's and playing old school Nintendo, in Auntie Beryl's basement with Stevie, or DOOM and Lemmings, on the computer in the attic with Garnet. I enjoyed flying to Chilliwack with Uncle Billy in his sestina plane to get the perfect slice of blueberry pie. I loved kissing Claudia for hours on end with her mother just upstairs in the kitchen when we should have been studying for Spanish class. I loved it when Kyle told me he first loved me and put his grandparents' rosary in my hand before he hugged me.

And then something changed me. Maybe it was the neglect or the constant taking me for granted that finally consumed me.