The Echoes A Love Sonnet Poem by Daniel Brick

How do I stop the echo of you
in everything I sense? Should I block
the songs of birds because their trills
remind me of your voice speaking sweetly?
Should I cover my eyes with the darkest
glasses so the sun's radiance, which is
so much like your being, is invisible.
How can I avoid touching the soft flesh
of fruit, which remind my hands of
your face and long hair? And what of
the air which may still be circling
your scent around and around? Must I
shut down my senses and descend into
a purely interior life devoid of passion,
and bereft of the hope that we might
yet again embrace each other heart to heart?