In this room between now and then,
Before you left and I stayed,
Let the atoms shiver in the void
Between touch and breath, in
The hesitant pause before
Our lives crash into the intersection of
particulate moments.
And the cat is alive.
Let ambiguity live in the asymptote,
On a plot of distance and time we wade against
This curved infinity—searching, searching for
truth in our parting when…
You left on a trajectory I couldn’t follow
as I watched on a linoleum floor,
our lines defined such
that why is a function of externalities
beyond the grasp of unfulfillment.
Let it be the trace
Of who we are, etched into the limits
That we draw in naivete; in a memory of crushed flowers
and yesterday as the wave
collapses into a pinprick of departing light,
so small that it must contain the tremor
of all that we left unsaid
Just Kraprayoon is a Thai writer based in Bangkok. A philosophy graduate from Columbia University and former tech entrepreneur, his work explores memory, catastrophe, and belonging through the language of systems, myth, and emotional inheritance. His work has been featured in Dial-A-Poem Thailand.