Good Writtens

Within a few configurations
you'd be wiped away, completely.
Mouth and mask face legs.
Assumptions undergone
and a routine desire perpetuated by
nuisance.
How would you like to meet me
around the corner
form our favorite haunt.

Didn't think so.
Couldn't even quite remember how you existed.
Flesh and bone, of course.
But minds, much a fate of faith.

So call me next time.
Wel'll meet up next time 'round.

I'll remember your gesture.