She sometimes smirked at the cruelty of it all.
For he came, and just as quickly, went away.
He spoke of a surprise,
And for months she waited until she slowly forgot.
Like the predictable twist in all big screen stories,
He delivered the surprise in just one line.

Away she will fly
Aware of the absurdity of it all.
Chasing the reason,
A satisfactory answer for this sandcastle.

She remembers:
Dull winter juxtaposed with eyes that sparkled for the first time in years.
The sporadic rain had made her hair clump with dampness,
The wine started a glow that revealed something she thought had grown dim with the lack of stimuli.
And days later he was gone.
Leaving a torn piece of paper, and no promises.