Who Is Heather Harmon

Absence as Presence.

You're back in my dreams on tiptoe,
as only a dream can be.
handing me a bouquet of red roses
with muddy hands and words,
with a smile as warm as the sun and with the same sweetness
Sea
caressing the beach.
You had words for me,
only that air of one who may prove elusive, only
for a while.
In fact you were gone,
as water leaves no trace, but
your warmth,
that, it disappears.