this arrival of grace harvests my attitude adjustment. just enough to realize its not over. i pour my problems in the old creek as she sits on the waters edge, feet splashing. i watched almost dazed as she looked so alive. so different from the girl her parents raised her into being. and i wonder if she smiled when she thought of me. as daylight drew to a close she stood and walked away, curfew was approaching alongside a nervous homecoming. i stayed hoping she'd just run back, but i knew she wouldnt. and she didnt.