Someone is still grieving a person who is no longer in their life, and months of time haven't softened it. The speaker doesn't say what happened between them, so we only know the result: a loss that keeps returning, especially in dreams. Her eyes appear there, her whispered words seem to linger near the speaker's ears, and the memory of her lips on their skin feels almost like a ghost, present but untouchable.
The form helps carry the feeling. The opening lines are broken up, with "gone" and "and" each sitting alone, so time seems to crawl. Then "months / and months" repeats, as if the speaker is counting days and getting nowhere. The mood is quiet, aching, and a little haunted. Nothing dramatic happens, and that's the point: the pain isn't a sudden blow but a steady ache. The last line says it plainly, with no comfort and no resolution. The heart is still broken.