Once Tossed, The Ripple Caused Poem by Susan Lacovara

I reassessed what you mean to me,
meant to me...
not meant to be....
while transfixed,
charting the courses
of transient vessels
moving away...
becoming invisible, vaporizing,
vanishing into the promise
of the distant horizon...
(Much the way you do....)
I, stood alone, on the pretty pier' s edge,
Leaning down, over the ledge
Like Narcissis, saw only my own reflection,
and felt a kind of fondness, for it...

With nothing, but the company of eggrets...
save a few unspoken regrets,
I convincingly and conspicuously
dropped what pepples of possibility
we're left...
that you might drop your anchor, here
and watched the ripples, in the shifting tide
that swiftly pulled you out to sea...
from my thoughts...

Once tossed, the ripple caused