I don't think you knew,
How much that note meant to me.
The one I put on the inside of the cover to the book I gave you.

To me, it was more than a formality,
To me, it was a little bit of everything,
The most I could manage, without doing too much damage.
To try and convey a feeling I couldn't afford.

So I left in a book,
That simple message.
I left that feeling in that book,
Closed the cover,
Closed the door.

And yet, somehow it managed,
To be opened once more.