Intergalactic understanding

As you lay there, ailing
On my bed.
And I was an Ocean
And a half away
My story was melted and
Recrystallised for you
With very little of what
I had to say.

It took me some time to bring it together
But you were gone, With the second hand version
You left at a time when
I was still busy
Finding an end or a conclusion

It breaks my heart to think
About you
I would have talked then, if
I could
But a strange flash of insight
Tells me that it is all understood.