Gone Already

And yet I'm sitting on
the same bench as last
winter, again counting the
rivets and bolts in the wall,
waiting for the hunters to
return with their spoils
and their stories.

And wasn't that a nice
little bit of conscience
in the back of my mind, some
reproachful voice reminding
me of all my plans, dream
chasing, one finding, failing
as yet to materialize.