Is it my imagination, or is it true?

Is it my imagination?
Or is it true?
It could be you.
I hear the front door swing open and then close.
Footsteps grow near my door.
My imagination tells me it is you.
The next sound will be a ra-ta-tat.
My heartbeat rises.
My eyes turn to look at the door-handle expectantly.
Will it start to move?
It could be you?
Please be you.
I wait.
I'll wait forever for you.
Next time I hear the front door open ...
It could be you this time?
My imagination tells me so.
That you got to the airport and changed flights.
Destination Love.
One day.
One day it will be you.
I know it to be true.