Small Hands - Keaton Henson
Miss your small hands in the palm of mine,
the fact they're good at making
Miss you sitting up incessantly,
and the fact you're always waking in the night

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