Sid was one hell of a guy with the girth of a giant and the heart of a saint,
Nelly always was laughing, the happiest soul without restraint.
They met one night at the harbour’s mouth, colliding, for lack of light.
Lips found lips, hands clasped and clung,
As the tide came in, several bells they rung.
At the height of the tide… the climax when all is given, nothing more to come,
They collapsed in a heap on the lifeboat’s run and slithered into the scum.
The broken concrete forms the edge of the old lifeboat slipway at Gorleston-on-Sea. I looked at it and thought: Did the earth move for you too, Darling?