My Imagination Poem by Gertrude the Weirdo

I have nothing to do
So I think of you
Your smile
Your laugh
And I wonder why
You were so sad
Did I do somethin wrong?
Or was it just my imagination?
You seemed so much happier
When I walked over to say 'Hi'
Was it just my imagination?
I turn around and there you are
Smiling back at me
Then I look again
And you're looking away
Must've been my imagination
Sometimes I think you love me
Sometimes it's just the opposite
Was it just my imagination?