Again today

I saw you again today in a crowd,
And i called your name out loud,
It wasn't you then or now,
But now I have to wonder how,

How you keep coming around,
Even though your in the ground,
And how your able to come here,
Even though your graves not near,

And now I'm left to wonder why,
Why i wasn't the one to die?
Why do i keep seeing you?
Is what i see really true?

If i look in a mirror its you i see,
And wonder why its not me,
But no one else sees you,
So now what should i do?

How much longer will i be haunted?
Is this what you had wanted?
Then again i wouldn't know,
But i really don't think so.