Helpless Witness
Isn’t it hard to watch something die and know you can’t stop it?
You see them stop being themselves— slowly, like a candle running out of reasons to burn.
You see them stop doing what they love. Stop laughing the way you remember.
You watch as they shift, shape themselves into someone you don’t recognize— and maybe, they don’t either.
You stand beside what once was, and feel yourself become a helpless witness.
Not gone. Not whole. Just fading.
A ghost of their former self— and there’s nothing you can do but watch.