Four short lines, and almost nothing in them: someone looks back at an experience, calls it "awful," and says there is "no more attachment." That's the whole statement, and the plainness is what makes it interesting.
The speaker sounds finished with whatever happened. There's relief in it, maybe, but also a flatness. They don't explain what was awful or what they were attached to, so we're left to fill in the gap ourselves. It could be a relationship, a place, a habit, or a way of thinking. The poem doesn't say, and judging by how bare it is, it doesn't need to.
The line breaks matter. Each phrase sits alone, like a breath or a door closing. "No more" gets its own space before "attachment" arrives, so the release feels a little abrupt. The mood is quiet, cool, and a bit ambiguous. It's hard to tell whether the speaker is truly free or just saying so, and that uncertainty lingers after the short read is over.