Parallel lives

It baffles me, how easy it is to pick up, move, and feel as if nothing has changed; yet everything has changed.

People I have known all my life, distant physically, yet never far away.

How we miss out on life events of those we love, are saddened by that loss, but seem to accept that loss for personal gains.

I am a wanderer. In and out of the lives of those who matter most to me. Always seeking the next joyride.

At times I am ambivalent.
At times I relish in my independent successes.
At times the gap causes me to silently suffer.
At times the grass is greener and I wish for the have nots in my life.

This emotional hurdle can be rigorous to jump over; to keep running the race.

But what is a wanderer to do?
We are doomed to seesaw between worlds. Between loves.
Leading parallel lives in alternate universes on the same planet.