And in those grand old days when we laughed for attention
And suppressed our smiles into thin lines for humour
An unsmiling, unparalleled stare captivated us
Compelling us to stay

And we followed, hypnotized
by that novel concept of cold independence
That we imagined it meant

We often wondered why we were held
Relentlessly, while we wearied of our own flight
And drooped in what we thought was surrender
But it never shifted

And suddenly it just wasn’t there
And it was a long while before we realized it
Even longer before we knew that

The eye that never cried, hadn’t ever shifted either
But we had been carried away far beyond
And it watched us, unflinching as always
Leaving it behind

And thought…what?
We wonder.

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