Because the first thing they tell you about the grieving process is the steps can happen in any order, because life is zany and nonsensical, here are two poems, presented in the order they were written. For a long time after my breakup, there was only silence. It's one of any artistic person's cruelest realities- when confronted with a staggeringly unhappy reality, a time that should be ripe with creative material, the pain makes us mute. The sea witch cut out my tongue. But I got it back.
Stage V: "My dreams are dandelions"
My dreams of you are dandelion seeds
I hold you between my fingers
and blow
away from me
fraying my tangled threads of hope
or hurt
because you glide along on sweet summer air and leave me
and also,
but now the soft breeze moves from my lips to you
Fly away and surprise me,
most beautiful of little blossoms,