Two Weeks

Every day the newscaster reads...
She counts off the names of those who are dead.
I notice that one name is missing,
And I just hang my head.

Every day, the papers write.
They detail the names of those now deceased.
I notice the same name is missing,
And so I stop, closing the paper, messily creased.

These people in the house,
They haven't cried.
They haven't even noticed...
That I've finally died.

These friends of mine,
They've stayed the same.
It's been only two weeks,
And they've forgotten my name.