Poems from Evan

My friend, Evan, died on September 1st, 2018.Since he was only 18 and never even considered writing a will, his possessions were distributed to his friends, and I came to possess a little leather journal full of poems. I've read each one ten times over at least, and I came to the conclusion that such poetry deserves to be released into the world.

Please excuse to cover; I believe Evan liked this movie, and now he's a dead poet. I see it as fitting, not insensitive.