Ladybug - A poem about breaking up

There are times when a broken heart can be your best muse.

A moth... upended...
lies like a silky oak leaf
a collapsed tent between window frame and glass.
Stillness in death hides a mass of smaller details
and the dirt beneath.
The white sill is water-stained
on it life is dirt and still.

The fresh daisies
are drinking their glass of water.
This wish is sear
This wish is severe
What you ruin... ruins you eventually
and so we hope for miracles
I mean.. I hope.

A ladybug explores the window
I wander a similar path
my undercarriage not as evident.
I wish it well.. it seems to me
But.... yet... I am but me - to you it is clear.
I mean to vanish and unclear
and project on you some ancient fear.

If I were an insect, I would not be
this tented winged thing, fluttering like a lost bird
skinny legged like me, kissing the damp air
fumbling towards the face of another... seeking.
It came in last night as I closed the door.

I law awake, in the dark, seeing it touch my face

in my mind's eye.

It wanted out. I wanted out as well

I offered you a way through
Arms wide for wings.
Your suffering twinned with mine.
Your joy a companion.
Screen
Your lack of courage drives me in.
Doubt for dirt, white sheet for sill
You never stay enough or still
Enough to be likened to