Yellow Man

You followed me home.

I see you each time I close my eyes.

Tiny man, painted yellow.

Green towels wrapped you like a shroud,

You slept while we worked,

Trusting us to crack you,

Like the egg man.

You'll never be as you were.

Maybe you'll simply be...

For awhile, anyway.

When we were finished,

Your slumbering self was lifted

To a different wall.

But we left your voice in it's shell

On the table.

And now you're with me,

Your yellow self watches

Me silently.

I wish we could

Talk about it.