Love Letter

For the window in my room and the melting clouds behind,

For those who forgot and those who kept me in their mind,

For the old trees along the streets and its friendly shades on the pavement,

For those who shared their stories and those who sat with me in silent,

For a poem about a morning and another poem about listening to a band,

For all the songs that I sang along to and all the songs that I found comfort in,

For my people-hating brother and my adventurous sister,

For the lessons from my tireless and humble father,

For all the photographs of a mother that I can’t remember,

For those who left their words in a sandwich and those who love the sunset on December,

For those who simply let me be and those who didn’t mind stretching their hand,

For some certain kind of perfumes and the memories that live within,

For the street lights and home, wherever it may be,

For all my friends; still, will, or used to be,
For every Radiohead songs, especially those in the 'In Rainbows' album
For those who have faith in the struggle of a seed that tries to bloom,
For the hushed conversation we had until dawn and the starry night sky

For the little love letters (and how we didn't need to ask "why?")

For those who showed me that it is okay to cry as it is okay to laugh,

For those who were honest to my faults and those who assured me that I’m enough,

For the strong waves on the sea and the ships which kept sailing anyway,

For those who left and those who (are mad enough to) stay,

And for everything that answering my heart’s call;

All I want to say is: thank you, and I love you all

Each in its own way, as imperfect as it is real.

I do.

-Yogyakarta, 23 November 2017