Olivia Taylor's poem pictures a woman who sits and waits for something grand and almost cosmic. She wants the moon to lift her, the sun to kiss her, and the stars to hold her hand. Those images turn love into something huge and magical, as if it should arrive like a miracle rather than a person.
Meanwhile, she tries to move on, going through "a new person every month." The line "While the rest of the world stopped" suggests she feels stuck, even as she keeps moving from one relationship to the next. The poem hints that she never believed any of them could be "the one," and the ending turns that into a question. "How was she supposed to know?" sounds part defensive, part regretful.
The mood is wistful and a little sad. The speaker seems to sympathize with her, but also sees the mistake: she was looking for a sign from the sky and may have missed what was right beside her.