rush

all but a blurred chain
started innocently enough
yet turned so hardy.

it was so long ago i felt this way
i'd nearly forgotten what's it like.
yet the words resound
the conscience resonated with
anticipated glee.

an opportunity
to be gladly missed.
of unrecipocrated vibes
and an undying devotion
to see through a promise made.

twas the night
dancing in the moonlight.
it was not to be.