Chances in May

Tw: Healing/ Story telling by Poetry/ Personal Journey/ Reflective Poetry 

This poem may hit home for those who had to disconnect from a person whether relative, past partner or even friend. This is the hidden parts that people choose not to recognize, and I hope you all enjoy without further or do. 

Chances in May

The way you circled around me was like a vulture in search for it's prey 
I could hear you taunts effortless swirling in my brain to it's dismay 
You always used to sting my finger as if you were a cactus in the desert on a warm sunny day 
The hidden songs of love now suddenly gone without trace 
My heartbeat stinging to the pain at it's own little pace 
The way you howled through the wind had me dazed 
I could swallow my breath and you still held no faze 
I guess it was because of empty chances that fell in May

by InsightfulPhoenix