Poetry : Nostalgia

Nostalgia 

The shadows of Mercredi linger still,

At fifteen heures,a learning will

As  I fly through distant skies,

the heavy weight of departure lies.

A stone’s throw away, yet worlds apart,

The winner remains within my heart.

A whispered “au revoir” to one so near. 

A final glance through the glass,

 where the horizon blurs into the memory of what was

- Pankaj Mala Bhattacharya