the drowning

staying below my powers of detection
at the cost of barely a soul
perfect to casual inspection
mistaking love for control

looking deeper I see a wave
soon the drowning unable to recover
at least I might be able to save
before consumed in water as if by lover

of tales of long ago and once upon
and once said forever sweet
differences between getting over and going on
so loves like rhyme of repeat

so I continue as I always will
becuase what I do is survive
of tides and wake I drink my fill
cause at least I am alive