Recently, I went to watch the brilliant Coldplay – for the second time – in Dublin. Obviously, I had to sample the iron-rich offerings of the Temple Bar beforehand. The excitement and anticipation were palpable in the city, but amidst the joy and joviality I couldn’t help but notice the sadness in a man’s face as we locked eyes while I walked across O’Connell Bridge. This poem is for him, whoever he may be or have been.