We move to big cities where we know no one,
Leaving behind people who love us because we want something more.
We feel lonely but try hard not to show it,
Diving head first into all of the important work that we do.
We take pride in feeling like we create change,
Knowing that all of our difficult decisions have been worth it.
But we sit in offices observing them,
Marching in the streets of Baltimore and Caracas and Nairobi.
I like to think there are others besides me,
Wondering if we would be happier walking alongside them.