A speaker mourns someone who once comforted them and has since died or gone beyond reach. The poem judges by its imagery, though it never says exactly who this person was. The first half is built on repeated "I remember," recalling a warm touch, a calm voice, stories of faraway places, and the moment of crying for help and finding this person there.
Then the poem turns. The speaker decides to carry that care forward, offering warmth to others, speaking gently, describing places seen "with my heart" rather than with their eyes, and listening to people in distress. Grief becomes a way of honoring the one who is gone.
The line "It started out with there being two and know there is only one" is the quiet center of the loss. Since the speaker can't say the words in person, they hand them to the wind. The mood is tender, sad, and hopeful. The final "I still miss you" is simple and heartfelt.