By Grace Advent

Eternity

the slam of a door
then his bags were packed hastily, room left for error
I gathered and mourned
although I never liked the color black
this is all that remains now
a memory channeled through my brush
all that stands in his wake
is what he left for me
perhaps I was meant to be
self-depracating
solitudinal
alone
back to the way I began
the way I will end
the way I will be for eternity

Grace Advent

GRACE ADVENT is from Medina, Ohio. She is a junior at Our Lady of the Elms High School in Akron. Grace enjoys antiquing, playing guitar, speech and debate, and photography. She collects old Brownie cameras, photographs and Kodak memorabilia.

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