She still crosses his mind,
There are still avenues and highways
named after her in his brain,
But they now lead to a dead end.

His heart still has a cabin etched after her,
It still skips a beat at the thought of her,
But then, it is followed by a sharp ache
that makes her blur.

The irises still dilate at her glance,
The eyes still awe and shine when they see her,
But the lids have now learned to close them at her sight.

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