Cradling the Passersby

We go to school with hundreds of other men and women, and it's virtually impossible to not run into those who are enduring the worst of life's curve-balls. When they pass me by, salty drops caressing each cheek, all I want to do is wrap my arms around their frame, silently cradling their thoughts and soothing whatever has their emotions wriggling with anguish. The world takes no pity on even the most undeserving of individuals, and sometimes I just want to sit and listen to those I see, who seem to be in desperate need of a set of ears. I cannot stand seeing such anguish in the eyes of those who pass me by, wondering if anyone truly wants to listen to their story, taking in each word as though it were a newborn breath. When you meet the eyes of those you pass by, cradle their gaze gently with your own. Soothe whatever thoughts have troubled their being. All with a simple glance, a cradle of an eye for those passersby.