The speaker is mourning someone they loved deeply and can't stop sensing. The poem opens with a vivid memory: striking blue eyes, a heartbeat close to the ear, a thumb moving across a hand. Then it shifts to the present, where the loved one is "just beyond the fringes of my vision," heard and felt but never actually there. The speaker admits they don't know what to do now.
The central image is the sun and moon. The person was both, the center of the speaker's world and the light in its darkness, but the sun has "burst" and the moon no longer shines. What remains is the stars, which stand for memories that glitter far away and can't be touched. The mood is raw, lonely, and heavy with longing. The poem ends without comfort, leaving the speaker in a darkness that feels endless and without a guide.