Then, you taste things.

A bitter heart stayed close.
A sour smile hid in pain.
A sweet moment felt eternal.

Then, you smell things.

A perfume you once bought.
A favorite scent on the wind.
An essence of old memories.

Then, you see things.

A figure you recognize.
A shadow you once knew.
A history with future lost.

And then, you feel things.

The wind's cold touch.
An ache in the chest.
A deep sigh let out.

Lastly, you hear things.

A familiar sound.
A familiar voice.
A familiar laugh.

And in the end, you let go.

Not with anger, but with quiet grace.
Not because you stopped loving,
But because love asked for too much.