Lantern in the Abyss

These last few weeks have been cold,
when the day you left came around,
I found myself on our bench,
with someone else.
She is kind and beautiful,
and she reminds me of you.
Her and I won't ever be,
because time and life won't allow us,
but in her,
to me,
you are here.
I took to her,
like a moth,
to a flame in an endlessly dark world.
Just as I took to you,
when we first met.
Never could I replace you,
only find a shadow and settle,
with what life gives,
I suppose I'll take.
Promise you won't hate me,
should I see you again.