You never denied me the version of your gaze

 You never denied me the version of your gaze. For dejected beloved. Open dead prey. He says now his sadness. His living memory devours him. Remote and at a distance. But it comes From the sense of emotion of what is already past. Remote suffering can be exercised at a great distance. Alive, beyond death. 

Senso, then ex-isto as hypo/thesis.