Candle in Ice Cream

I didn't know what day it was -
Only a vague month and a zodiac sign -
So you forgave me not having a present
And laughed with me over my foolishness
And nervousness in not asking before.

At least I remembered, from time long ago,
The month and the zodiac sign -
A memory stemming from the news
That you read your horoscope everyday
Religiously, living by it.
That's when I started reading horoscopes.

And I learned I was a Libra and hence indecisive
And that you were an Aires and hence
Across from me on the zodiac and perfect for me.
But I didn't need some stars to tell me that.

That night we went out for ice cream
And I wished to God I had a candle you could blow out -
Some way to prove that your birthday did matter,
The way you mattered,
The way you were the only thing that mattered.