Sighs has left me

 Sighs has left me. Memories of excessive love. To me, free from distance, from lack of love and spite. You protect me from bad memories. From yesterday forbidden. Today repaired. From shortness of breath. And you will make me water. To tell me innocent when I forget about tomorrow. Of no return from the future. His silence is enormous. The present continues without knowing that it ignores that non-existent temporal front.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypo/thesis.