The noise of time

Some nights I wake up in a cold sweat
Because time is flying
And I, without wings am left behind
With memories
As vivid as the picture of you
Staring at a portrait of me
And you

Pictures freeze time, put it in a capsule
But the smell of your hair that night
The warmth of your hands
The frost in your eyes
That is for the poet to recall
She knows you best at 4am

Who knew this day would come?
You and me in a bar in Rue de Chateau
Your hands have looked the same since we were young
That is all I recognise
Perhaps I too froze you in a capsule
Rode on time’s wings and left you behind

Well you must have broken free somehow
The you in my memories is not the same
Your hair, it’s grey, it doesn’t smell the same
As it did the night you said goodbye
Only the poet can recollect
The things we lost in the noise of time