Bringing Mae Flowers

I found the note you left
In the book I lent you years ago.
So long ago now,
That I’d forgotten that you had borrowed it at all.

I found the note you left,
Tucked between the cover and the first page.
So long ago now,
That the pencil marks have almost faded away.

I found the note you left,
Back when we were still close.
So long ago now,
That the book was covered in dust.