Veronika Flynn's speaker is missing someone who is no longer there, and the poem is made of the questions that absence leaves behind. Has this person remembered her or forgotten her? Moved on or not? Are they alone, with someone else, happy, sad? She can't know, and the short, broken lines make that uncertainty feel like her own halting thoughts. The line "Your gone like how she is" hints that another loss sits behind this one, though the poem never explains who "she" is.
The mood is wistful and tender rather than angry. The "sorrowful rain" sets a sad tone, but the speaker doesn't blame anyone. She says she hopes to be remembered, whatever the person's situation is now. The ending turns the opening phrase around: she hopes she is their "sweet memory," then tells them, "darling, you are... my sweet memory." It's a quiet, vulnerable close, where love survives as memory.