Small Hands

Please forget me, you were right dear

I am cold and self-involved 

And though I'll miss you, recent lover

I am weak and therefore fold

Get distracted by my music,

Think of nothing else but art

I'll write my loneliness in poems

If I can just think how to start

Dot my i's with eyebrow pencils,

Close my eyelids, hide my eyes,

I'll be idle in my ideals

Think of nothing else but I

~Keaton Henson