Grief

Once a moth was trapped in my vehicle.
It was dark
I was driving
It was raining
I
wasn't
thinking

I opened the window

it flew out and

probably
died

I have grieved it for
months

But it still
probably
died

It would have
any
way

one
day

But
I
Killed
It

I loved lady bugs

They are good luck

But what if you are five
and you are
not
thinking

And you are too scared to
touch it with your
small fingers
only
five
years
old

You pick up two sticks

Invention

You accidentally
kill
it

You
Killed
It

I have never
forgotten
the
lady bug

that

I
Killed

Imagine my grief
for things
I have killed
that did not
die

Or maybe were
not born

Dreams?