Pebble in a Pond

I drop a pebble in the pond, then another.
Watching the ripples circle out slowly and sure
Separate yet touching and sometimes they are one
I wipe a single tear as it rolls down my cheek
I watch the circles spread and finally split apart
Each still moving, but slower
As if wanting to wait for the other
Each circle unbroken in its self
Yet knowing it is not complete
I toss another pebble in the pond
I watch the ripples spread