think of you as my imagination...

The night you called,
the first time I heard your voice
I was happy
I was excited
I was looking forward to another call
You said, "goodnight"
I said, "sleep well"
And then everything's done,
after I slept well
No messages after that
It's like you left
It's like you left,
but you were never really there
My imagination maybe?
Yes, that's acceptable
I'd rather think of myself as crazy
than think some nothing has pained me
©shae