In a damp box in a cold doorway
Cynthia’s book lay exposed to the December rain
Many passed bit no-one cared
Until a sailor visiting Deal
Took pity
And placed the book into the woollen pocket
Of his heavy coat
He now lies in his bunk
Many seas distant
Reading
Natures Stories
A gift from Ronald to Cynthia
On Christmas Day 1928
They were great friends
But never lovers
And to the best of my knowledge
Neither had visited Deal