Karen Bassey's "Faded" starts with things that disappear: the sun, the rain, the stars. Each one is there for a moment and then gone. The lines are short and bare, and the phrase "without a trace" makes the loss sound complete, as if nothing was ever left behind.
Then the poem turns to something personal. After listing these natural things, the speaker says "there's our love" and admits, "I fear it'll fade too." That quiet last line carries the whole poem. The speaker isn't saying the love is ending, only that they're afraid it might, because everything else they can see does.
The mood is gentle, wistful and a little anxious. There's no anger or drama, just a soft worry. The repeated sense of things slipping away makes the ending feel almost inevitable, which is exactly what the speaker dreads.