don't leave

she cries
when you arrive,
asks where
have you been,
wilts
in your arms.
gathers herself
as if the
sun was part
of it, then
cries and crumbles
more when you
stand to leave.
when will you come
again, she says.
but what is there
to do, or say,
but come
and go. leaving
her alone
with a promise
of return,
pulling your
hand away.