Anomalisa Page #7

felt love like this was.

Maybe someday we'll meet again

under better circumstances.

Love,

Lisa "Anomalisa" Hesselman.

P.S.

I looked up "anomarisa" in my

Japanese-English dictionary.

It turns out it means

"goddess of heaven."

Not that I think of myself

that way, of course.

It's just interesting.

When I see a face

or hear a name

or I'm introduced

to someone new

it doesn't matter,

they're all the same

and none of them is you

when I go to work

or take a walk

and watch what other people do

I'll listen to their idle talk

and none of them is you

where are you

my dear?

Why can't I hear you?

How I wish that you were here

how I long

to be near

you

sometimes at night

I'll pass the time

those endless,

sleepless hours in bed

I'll try to reconstruct

your voice

but only hear

their voice instead

they talk, they yell

in that other voice

they flirt and whisper, too

I'd love them

if I had the choice

but none of them is you

where are you

my dear?

Why can't I hear you?

How I wish that you

were here

how I long

to be near

you

in a dream you came

and held my hand

our love was perfect

in that sphere

the breeze was your whisper

in that land

while the air

stands still right here

no, I've never met you,

my sweet dear

and my friends,

they say you don't exist

but friends are cowards

full of fear

afraid to look at

what they've missed

one day I'll be walking

on the street

that crowded, bustling,

faceless spread

I'll turn the corner

and we'll meet

and I will be no longer dead

and I will be no longer dead

where are you

my dear?

Why can't I hear you?

How I wish

that you were here

how I long

to be near

you

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