The Echoes A Love Sonnet

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?