I recently started writing, and this poem is an edited version of a letter i wrote.comments?

Question

so, if you will,

please imagine my day.

there you are, so far away, feeling the way that you feel.

and here i am, alone, feeling the way i do.

while enjoying a rare solitary bath

i (finally) hear from you

too much in shock to even be mad, or upset.

shellshocked, understanding even.

questioning myself...my femininity, my sexuality, my soul.

sitting through what should have been a joyeous evening...the whole time, my brain spinning.

drinking wine and great tequila, far too much of.

today, driving home,

a cardinal flew past my windshield. an omen.

the cardinals have flown for you, too.

i bared so much of myself to you. i feel naked and unprotected by the shell i carry with me day to day.

i dont even know how to react.

i'm crying, then laughing, thinking about your silliness. i shall never know how "les mis" ends.

im sitting here alone, wearing your beautiful (killing me) ring.

did you ever stop to think that you have to earn magic?

i did.

Answer 1

It's kind of ambiguous, but filled with complex emotions and images. I like the use of a cardinal as a symbol, though I'm not sure what it means here.