Little Fruit Fly

Little fruit fly,
you graze the pear
so smoothly
like skates upon ice;
Little fruit fly,
They told me I would get wings,
and now I stare,
this rotten fruit;
shoelaces untied;
I am going nowhere.
Little fruit fly,
will you fly through my window, please?
Mother says you can't be here.
But you're the only living thing I see.