What it’s like
To walk into
A home
Where something’s
Been simmering
All day
Maybe
beef stew
In
a crock potOr Italian sauce
On the stove
The
scent
Fills
the homeEnvelops all
Who enter
Depression
Is
like that too
The
scent
When
you enterThe home
Of someone
Who’s simmered
All day
In sadness
A
distinct
TextureIn the air
A
face
ImprintedWith sleep
A
mind foggy, disengaged
The
unmistakable
Disheartening
Scent of it
Depression stew