As after my mother’s death, I walk around seeing objects from a haunted world: a child’s easter dress, box of four crystal glasses, unopened package of men’s t-shirts. A beach towel. The delightful ones pin me to sorrow. That bird.
How to mourn someone who has not died? Although I know when a parent dies, the relationship still continues.
John says—about the lover’s own ambivalence—if the relationship weren’t conflicted then you should worry. What would I do without him.
Hahn, Kimiko. The Narrow Road to the Interior: Poems. New York: W. W. Norton, 2006.