Hearthsicken

Oh, Hell,
Everywhere,
Your face, your touch.

I stopped thinking,
I just breath with your hair's smell,
Everywhere, you.

And when you're not,
I make you come.
You haunt me when something makes me remember you,
And when it doesn't.

The sound,
The talk... all gets to you,
In my hearth...

And what you've done.

I'm sick... my hearth is in pain...