Exception to the Rule

For once, those stupid horoscpes were correct

You did respond

You did reply


And however bitter I should feel right now

After everything you inadvertently put me through

I can't be upset with you

But only at fate for our separation

Two long years ago

Two years that sound like forever

But feel like yesterday

That taste like the sourest of lemons

That appear not in my mind as time passed

But a gap between when you left

And when I started really missing you

It must've been post-traumatic stress or something

But at least, now

I can unregrettably anticipate a reply

A reply that dumb, inconsistent horoscope predicted