"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, Small Hands