Kisses from a Dark Piazza

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.