What can I do to comfort you? Would talking help at all? A gentle, friendly touch? (Or would that be too much?)
I don't know what might do any good, but I know you'd tell me if you could. Perhaps you just need to be aware that I am here, and that I care.
Written as a response to challenge in a poetry workshop I belong to in real life, to write a short poem based on a word chosen at random from a book. The word was "comfort". To be truthful, the original idea was to use no more than forty words, and rhyming was not mentioned, but a couple of revisions later, this is what I produced.