Such a scene
on this cold, wet night.

What is your story?

Hell, it doesn’t matter.
You don’t need to tell me anything;
There is nothing to justify or explain.

I only want to help yet
what I have to offer 
feels so futile.

I wish I could give you back your dignity.
I wish I could provide more than some 
poorly-fitting shoes. 

I walk on but my mind can’t resolve this.