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