Time God Doesn'T Even See Poem by Desiree Whitamore

since the beginning of my life
i've known what name to call
i've memorized the syllables perfectly fine
and i've called with no trouble at all.

but since i've been clouded
and given emotions with no name
i guess somehow i forgot it
even though the spelling is still the same.

i've heard memories can fade away
and that our racing thoughts come to a halt
so that must be why nothing links with your name
and from where i'm standing, its your fault.

slowy i'm beginning to let go with help
of friends who hate you for hurting me.
its taking time clocks haven't even felt
and time even god doesn't see.