Memories: from being painful to painless

The roads never change but the scape that's affixed to such roads does.
Paths acquire phantasmagorical changes in appearances but one's memories don't.
The same road which had me shuffling between her place & my workplace
now took me to a relatively newer place.

The same sojourn took place quite a few times;
& with each time, the pain was alleviated by a bit.
Till it came to today
where only the memories were felt
but not the pain.

The same cigarette spot once had me smoking without a choke
& lungs filled not just with smoke;
but memories of her rising & falling inside my heart;
& when I passed past the spot, surprisingly there wasn't a chest stroke.

The same lane had me staggered with a drunken swagger.
Oh those drunken evenings with displaced friends;
neither such swagger's alive these days;
not those friendships.

Her mere idea seems a distant past;
as distant as a ship's mast seems to a lost sailor.
However, all it takes is a drawl of those abandoned names
to make the memories rush back fast.

Memories did travel their bit from being painful to painless
but memories they are by virtue.
Same ones cannot be formed again
any attempt to wipe them ends in vain.