Without A Second Look

I pressed the rose you gave me
in the pages of a book
Placed it high upon a shelf
without a second look

Soon after you left me
and feeling quite alone
I reached to find something to read
if only I had known

That slipping from the pages
and falling to the floor
was the withered rose you gave me
so many years before

All at once remembering
still clutching to the book
I left the rose right where it fell
without a second look