She enters the cafe,
As smooth as death.
She was a presence,
Less seen more felt.

The room went quite,
But that wasn't new.
She was the bringer of silence,
The harbinger of gloom.

She scaled in the corners,
She never wore a smile,
Yet her teeth were visible,
Shining ever so bright.

A hint of icy chill,
As people look around,
The tinge on their neck,
Instinct is on the lookout.

A coffee to go she pleads,
Pulling out exact change,
The cashier doesn't look up,
Why, he cannot say.

She slides away so quietly,
The haunted place grows bright,
Alone yet again,
This life offers no respite.

She's been alone forever,
Taking those in her path,
Her kiss is transitional,
She always leaves a mark.

She's had so many names,
She often forgets her own,
Misery, melancholy, sorrow,
Are only a few of those.

Depression is what she goes by,
Always on the move,
She's quite easy to identify,
But it's easier for people not to look.