Hidden Books

If I was a Leo, this would be so perfect
But I’ve got these bullhorns and they always fit
If I was a Cancer, I would be my best friend
Don’t you know you’re one of them?
If I was an author, I’d write a book in space
I mean in the context, not in my working place
But if I was published, we’d all be in the stars
We’d be constellations sharing our common parts
Like the books under my coat
That Douglas Adams wrote
I won’t read you for a while, but you’ve always made me smile
Hidden beneath me under a pile of clothes
I’m missing the planets that I had grown to know
But if I could find you I wouldn’t know where to start
If you’re not what I remembered your pages could break my heart
With two heads connected, your memory escapes me