Help

I couldn't help her.

I knew what the problem was, what she needed, what would fix everything.

But I didn't have it, couldn't get it, and didn't know anyone who could.

So all I could do was commiserate. I expressed my sympathy, I explained how bad I felt for her, and how I wished I could help.

She told me that that helped, that she knew it was beyond my ability to help, but the fact that I wanted to, that did make her feel a little better.

I wish knowing that made me feel better.

But I couldn't help...