
Conor
On the 4th of May 2012, during the course of my work I had reason to call to an apartment in Wexford town. I had an arrangement with the occupant that if I got no answer it was ok to go ahead in. I got no answer and after struggling with the lock I realised that the door was unlocked. Over the next few moments I discovered that the occupant was there but he had passed away from natural causes. Over the following weeks when the event was on my mind I decided to write a poem. I intended it to be longer however I think that this short one will best describe a few moments that I will never forget.
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I knocked and got no answer,
I thought you weren’t there.
I opened your door,
I saw you in a chair.
I called your name,
I got no reply.
I laid my hand on yours,
I know the reason why.
Rest in peace