None of it Matters, Nothing At All.

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…