And I Came Back

I was wandering alone;
The silent bard in me, as always,
Chipped in with his little voice,
"Hey, are you forgetting something?"
I looked around, visibly perplexed,
If not a little vexed,
At this sudden incursion.
But I failed to see anything, at least anything of importance.

I wondered aloud:
"I have nothing to take with me,
And am leaving for good."
The bard in me cooed,
Rather softly,
"Won't you show me your last poem?"