Wistful

A Lilibonelle poem (entry #53 page three of "Poetry Forms" ) written for "Invalid Item"  contest.

I thought I smelled your cologne
Wafting from our bedroom.
But, of course, it was only
Imagination and wishful thinking.

Wafting from our bedroom,
Memories of laughter call me
Back to when they were real.
I stand at memory's threshold and listen.

But, of course, it was only
The sound of our children
Throwing snowballs at the dog.
You taught them that.

Imagination and wishful thinking
That's all it is. Always there
Waiting to freeze me to the spot,
Hoping you will waft in too, but...

I stand above a pine box, in the snow, missing you.