I was born a double Cancer, while her
natal sun set in Capricorn. I found
Linda Goodman's Love Signs on her bedside
table, with one of my letters marking
the relevant page. Not so much written
in the stars as scribbled across the sky
by a child with crayons. If our lives had
a pattern, it was because we humoured
Destiny and pretended to find some
merit in its doodled lines. The weak force
of gravity between Moon and Saturn
was not sufficient to perturb our course.
Opposites attract: true of magnets, but
hearts were not lodestones to obey this law.
