The speaker is looking back at the end of a relationship, asking "do you remember" as if the other person might still be listening. The memories are small and specific: a sweater in the speaker's favorite colour, a lonely November, a fight in early December. Because the poem gives us so little detail, the sweater feels like a keepsake, something that held warmth before things fell apart.
The pain comes in the last lines. The ending is not a long conversation but a note left on the counter, which suggests a cold, quiet way to leave. The line "love it's over" is set apart on its own, and the poem simply stops there, as the relationship did. The mood is wistful and hurt, with a hint of disbelief. The repeated question sounds tender, but it also sounds like someone who is still stuck in those two months and can't quite move past them.