He looks through the window
He looks at me
I wave at him
He leaves
I wave again
The next day
He leaves
I wonder why he looks at me...
The next day I see him again...
I wave...
He doesn't leave...
I turn around and there he is...
The man who never waves is standing next to me...
I scream and run but it is to late...
Because now I don't wave or move at all