just a simple how are you

i feel like a beggar who's just waiting and waiting everyday to pick up the scraps. sometimes, there's a little something. but mostly, there's nothing at all.

.

where is the smile in your voice
or the kindness in your touch
wasn't it only yesterday when
we playfully nudged

the smile in your voice lights a thousand sunset
where and when have i heard that voice before,
it wasn't today or the week just passed; silent dusk
will it be tomorrow and its tomorrow, that's my simple ask.

so call me and smile at me,
smile at me and tell me,
words with a sunset view
just a simple how are you.