Quixotic #Poetry

A pebble drops in the inky surface,
The weather driven water as if a
Brown varnish.
I am the ripples in the water,
You are the pebble that made me change.
Hold my hand,
Make me spin around once more.
Give me what I lack,
Things like
Trust,
Love,
Friendship.

Just like the ripples I am,
I am gone too soon.

*Quixotic: Exceedingly idealistic; unrealistic and impractical.