Hey Friend

Hey friend,
where have you been?
The pictures,
the writings
all stopped coming in.

Have work
been really pressing,
that time grew wings
to escape
imprisoning.

Does the calligraphy
still flow,
from your brushes' tip
while you enjoy your smoke
in your little breaks.

Simplicity streaks
across the sights
that you share,
of mornings and things,
we don't give another blink.

I wish for you that
may ink never cease
to be far from your reach,
and keep the pictures coming,
what might catch your glimpse.