Grace~

She can only remember the love.
And maybe the pine needles. 
The people and the way that their eyes sparkled with secrets and how they were always swallowed in tears.
But still, grace danced through their bodies, and hope ran in their smiles.
Happiness was hers then, not so much now, now that she's gone.
But she's on her way. She will find a way back, someday.