The room looks welcoming

and you have a smile on your face

the chair is over stuffed

but comfy none the less

I see your lips move

but I don't hear anything

not that it matters

it's always the same

you'll ask me how I've been

and I'll say fine

then break down crying

pour my heart out

your face stays calm

almost scary in its stillness

you nod in understanding

but I don't care if you understand

I don't care that you hold your notes

tight to your chest

as if they mean something to you

I don't even care if you listen

after watching your lips move

and your expressions change little

I stand, nodding once again

and leave the welcoming room

your stillness and your smile

I walk a little lighter

part of my depression

left in the over stuffed chair

in the welcoming room

where you sit, still, unmoving