A Victim of Convenience

Dani died in 2004, and her brother called me
from New York, collect, a drowning man
on a crackling line 2,000 miles from mine
I failed her, he told me
The world failed her, I said

I died once, too, just long enough to find
there isn’t much to being dead, just long enough
to find my heart was 2,000 miles from mine
It failed you, they told me
The world failed it, I said