From shadows he blew a kiss.
It blossoms, rises to my lips.
“If you’ll come back, kiss my walls.”
North, South, East, West,
he kisses them all.
His peppermint teases my tears.
I ache for this soldier once near.
I am now his
shadowy grace.
Outside, there are geese
returning to their mating place.
Spring soon nears.
Each new footfall
brings my soldier dear.
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