Sorry Karl Now

Here’s a short piece titled — written as a reflective or poetic apology. Sorry, Karl

The words sat in my chest like stones I forgot to throw. You spoke in patterns I only later understood— not riddles, but quiet maps of a place you were trying to show me. I was looking the wrong way. sorry karl

You built scaffolds of patience around my distractions. I called it friendship. You called it work. Now I call it a debt I can’t repay except by staying awake the way you always did. Here’s a short piece titled — written as