This is the world...

Why am I so deluded that I’m still convinced I will see you again? 

I WONT SEE YOU AGAIN… YOU’RE GONE. You left. 

How is it even possible that we’ll meet again? Am I still in denial? I don’t even know. Are you here or are you non-existent? Am I just talking to myself? Am I just thinking about someone who doesn’t exist and never will in any shape or form again? 

Why is this haunting me then?