I grew up down the street
From a seminary
A very spacious place
Sprawling buildings
Acres of green
Fences all around and tennis courts
Something almost like a fairy tale
But that’s not really the point

I’m about to go there now
Not to admire the beauty
But to enlist my soul
To another kind of heavenly devotion

This might sound trite
But if I can’t have you
I’d prefer to stay unloved

How could I ever move on
With anyone who doesn’t
Have your name?
Your face?
Your voice?

I swear, only God could compare.

15 comments on “Callings

  1. wardah says:

    I love the first stanza. Breathtaking, and then there’s the cut at the last line.
    This whole poem does a wonderful job capturing the emotions of nostalgia and heartbreak. It’s so hard to move on sometimes.

    • bejamin4 says:

      I agree. Sometimes it is hard or impossible; always one of the two. Depends on the type of relationship you’ve created with someone and how truly special they are to your existence.

  2. Cassa Bassa says:

    Love the ending line!

  3. You summed up this poem so beautifully. Loved it.

  4. Aww…this is heartbreaking
    ” How could I ever move on
    With anyone who doesn’t
    Have your name?
    Your face?
    Your voice?”
    The emotions ring in strong Benjamin!

  5. Beautiful! Hi Benjamin, I nominated you for the Liebster Award. I’d love to read your response! Check out my post when you can.

  6. Lia says:

    Utterly beautiful… and very relatable… very. 💔 You really touch hearts with your poetry, in such a meaningful and deep way! 💘🌷

  7. Nawazish says:

    The first stanza!!❤❤

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