A Short Attachment

I was in love for a whole week
after Episode One:
Your voice so tender, so
knowledgeable, your slender
hands and feet.

In Episode Two, doubts crept in.
Were you hogging the camera
or was it just that the camera loved
your profile, your man-of-the-people
T shirts, your breeze-ruffled hair?

Episode Three opens with you
on a hill top, gesturing.
Sighing with relief, I know it’s over,
because you now remind me
of that Irishman I met in Soho,
and we know how that turned out.