Downstairs

There was never enough time
but time was endless.
Seeing you come outside,
with tiny steps,
your hand clutching hers.
Leaves danced in the air above
our tiny paradise of childhood,
still present in my mind.
These days were constant,
but yesterday was perfect
in our jubilant youth.

Why couldn't I part
with the one like a brother?
Why did the day's end
bring upon a sadness?
Why couldn't I let you go
when you were merely downstairs?