lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown

February 13
This morning, upon waking,
I kissed my pillow and imagined it was you.
There was no sadness in the act.
It was a simple act of adulation.
If there had been a real person here,
I would wish that it were you,
but I’m content here in my solitude—
writing tributes to past lovers—