The smell of depression.

Depression has a smell,
cold cigarette and coffee
sweat and sadness.
I watch him walk and talk and I can see him,
grey and blue and green.
I can see the cracks.
I can see the stains.
I am too much of a stranger to tell him,
but I see him and I know.
I may have some sympathy for him.
Depression has a smell and I could never forget it,
This is a smell of the living that is already dead.
They just don't know it yet.
I could never forget this smell.
I wonder what happened to that boy after I left.
I have remorse.

Depression has a smell,
and there is nothing more I can do.