Wind whipped,
Raw,
I saw you there,
Head tipped forward in despair,
Shoulders slumped,
The will to care slipping away,
And it hurt my heart,
But there was nothing to say,
So I held you.
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Random Misanthrope 
This is full of pain. I hope everything is okay.
It is. There are just moments you realise all you can do is listen and/or hug. Can’t fix other people’s stuff no matter how much you wish you could.