Once Tossed, The Ripple Caused

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