Trying To Live In Your Shadow

I have not prayed enough to be like you, I have not loved enough to write like you. The night is my god, stars my angels I'll never touch, while the darkness that hides in my pockets my lover, but we may speak to one another in the ten minute afterlife of my brain, trying to catch up to its dead body. The conversation agreeable until you joke that my heaven is your hell, and I realize the real Leonard Cohen more sophisticated than such humour, proving we all really die alone. From: People More Famous Than Me (Published 2022)