Written as a message to someone the speaker "hardly knew," the poem is an apology that arrives too late. The speaker has just read the person's last diary entries and final poem, in which they described a deep tiredness and a wish to die. Reading them now, the speaker is overwhelmed by guilt: they feel they didn't do enough to help, to ease the burden, or to love the person as they deserved.
The speaker's feelings are tangled. There is grief and regret, but also tenderness. Calling themselves "another drunk" and "an idiot," they seem to doubt their own worth, yet they also admit they saw how "delicately, intricately woven" the person was. The image of threads falling away "on the wind" suggests a life unravelling and drifting off.
The mood is quiet, raw and sorrowful. Short, broken lines and trailing ellipses make it feel like halting speech, as if the speaker can hardly find words and is simply trying to say sorry anyway.