The poem reads like a short, bittersweet confession about a love that was real but never quite possible. The first stanzas are all "you": you love me, you're craving my love, you're confident, you want an "us." The speaker seems to be listing everything the other person offers, and the repetition makes it feel like the speaker is holding onto those words, maybe even replaying them. The title, "again," suggests this is a cycle, with the same hope returning once more.
Then the tone shifts. "But you weren't mine and i wasn't yours" cuts through the warmth. The image of one person far east and the other far west turns the distance into something bigger than geography, since it sounds like a gap that can't be closed. The final lines are the most telling: "i didn't care, / i just wanted you." The mood is tender but aching. The speaker knows the situation is impossible and chooses longing anyway, which makes the ending feel both honest and a little sad.