He’s gone now it hasn’t really stopped, I still see him.
I used to see him everywhere, argue with myself it was him even though I knew it wasn’t. This could happen when I was out with friends, walking down a street, anytime, every day, multiple times a day. I used to think when he’s gone, dead, this will stop. He’s gone now it hasn’t really stopped I still see him, I still think of him every day.