foxonthego

i turned on the television yesterday while busy pottering, free of thoughts of you for a change, only to see Bond in Vienna… the scene in the giant wheel with the cellist… reminded me of you and how we too once, not so long ago, went round in an old wooden carriage on that very same wheel… on a grey, wet evening… another twilight… and, somewhat ironically referencing the other film it appeared in, with our own third man… a third wheel… looking down at the little dots of people and lights… not at each other… our eyes not meeting… it was for me the beginning… although i didn’t realise until later, at the next encounter, the first inklings… the first time, without looking, that i saw you… now having to close my eyes… forcing them shut… your image burnt into my retina…