A speaker looks back at a relationship that didn't work out and admits they can't quite make sense of it. The opening lines are plain and a little stumped: it's "pretty hard to comprehend" why everything happened the way it did. There's no blame here, and no anger. The speaker just says things could have gone better, and that both people might be happier now if they had.
The most hopeful moment comes in the middle, when the speaker imagines "a different time or world" where the two would be together. It's a gentle fantasy, offered more as comfort than as a real plan. Then the poem lands on its short last line, "we wait," which is both patient and a bit sad. It could mean they're holding on to hope, or simply that they're stuck.
The mood is quiet, wistful and resigned. The short lines and lack of punctuation drama make it feel like a thought said softly, almost to oneself, with an ache that never gets loud.