Haunting my imagination

Down the hall I hear some footsteps
A voice keeps saying my name
Nobody is here but still I listen
Placing faces to the game
Around the corner I feel a presence
When I make the bend I'm still alone
I sit by myself and think of you
These thoughts they haunt my home
You're here but not, so I stretch my imagination
Reaching out to touch
And dis corporeal warmth I feel
You're the ghost of my infatuation
In dreams I see your silhouette
Flesh wrapped on a beautiful frame
Regaining consciousness these visions linger
You are the voice which calls my name