Four short lines carry a quiet, aching feeling: the speaker misses a time when they and someone else were still creating shared memories. The key word is "still." It suggests that this was once happening and no longer is. Something has ended, whether a relationship, a friendship, or simply a closeness that faded, though the poem never says which.
The odd comma after "We" is worth noticing. It breaks the sentence apart, as if the speaker hesitates before finishing the thought, or as if the "we" itself has been split. That small pause makes the line feel like a catch in the throat.
The wording is simple, and the poem is tiny, so there is a lot of empty space around it. That emptiness mirrors what the speaker feels: a gap where something used to be. The mood is wistful and sad, but also restrained. The speaker doesn't blame anyone or explain what happened. They just state a wish, and let it hang.