Literature
I carry you with me in a book
I carry you with me in a book not knowing when I will find you, open you again. I'm going away now, maybe leaving my book far away with you in it, and I'll never see you again, at least I don't know when I will. I'll take my book with me when I leave though, I promise not to hide you or fold you too much, not to bend you out of your natural shape in my pocket.