None of it Matters, Nothing At All.
3 min readAug 13, 2019
The following poem was written on a drizzly afternoon, on the 2nd Feb 2019 — 12 days after my best friend and previous lover, Jennifer Olsen died from terminal liver disease, except I was yet top be told. It’s ironic considering I had no idea she had passed.
As Jen’s death anniversary day edges closer, and having since watched my grandmother take her last breaths, and too pass away. I find myself…