I composed you
not as a letter,
but as a frequency no one tunes into anymore
In a world where every whisper
must become a broadcast,
your absence is the only truth
that hasn’t been algorithmically optimized
I speak into nothing
And still,
the silence that returns
knows more of me than all the voices
that passed through these walls
We were once language,
not content
Gesture,
not caption
Now, your name rings hollow
like a doorbell that no one hears
because the house
has long since stopped believing
in visitors
If ever this reaches you
in a glitch,
a glitch of memory,
or in the slow flicker
of a screen
too tired to lie
know that I never stopped
leaving the window open
Jogjakarta, 2018
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Ardiansyah.DS was not born of words, but of pause—the space between two unfinished sentences. Rooted in Curup (Rejang) and shaped in Minangkabau, he studied literature at Andalas University (class of 1996). He writes not to explain the world, but to make peace with how it changes, unannounced. His poetry does not seek understanding, but offers quiet traces of loss, longing, and silence—reminders that light does not need to blind to be real, and that absence can be a form of presence waiting to be named.
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