This is one of those poems that I find myself wanting to read again and again, it is short, yet touching. It is vague, mysterious, yet somehow so relatable.
My favourite poems tend to be ones like these, where it seems to have just fallen out of the author, without a thought of being skilled or following a pattern of rhyme etc, it flows so smooth, flawless, and holds more of emotion that imagery. So by the end of the poem, the reader is left with this same emotion, and probably the person that they were thinking of while reading the poem, in which they could relate the situation to.
I really like your line where you state that it is not your life, you cannot move, only listen. This reminded me of relationships and how one person can truly want to change the life of the other, but they know they cannot, they can only be there and hope that the other person makes the choices for the self.