I'm not sure who the person I see every morning is.
He looks... difficult. He has greenish eyes and a whole lot inside of 'em.
His lips are pale, not really looking forward to break the seal of silence.
He always has worries written all over his forehead. One day it's fear, next one's longing.
Everyday, he looks different. I guess he must be going through a lot, not to have time to get a grip, really.
He isn't always fully dressed. Sometimes I pass him wearing only a shirt, and sometimes he is completly bare.
I am almost sure that I had talked to him one day, so I give him the half-smile for a half-stranger.
He wakes me up everyday, just so I can wave him "hello" and start a life on my own.
He really does amaze me. He's... important. I think he might be the light of my day.
I'm terrified that one day he may just not show up.
That he may leave without waking me up.
That he may die before I get to know his name.
Wouldn't that be poetic?