When we take off our heads it will be as if we are saying, me to you and you to me, congratulations on a good run but this is the final curtain. It will be us, headless, bowing to an audience of our friends and family, the people we have met and the people we never knew existed, all applauding madly for the stretch that we have taken, the lines that we have drawn, the way we have made a better me from a new you. And when the velvet color descends and it is quite backstage we will turn shaking hands into hugs and our heads will see this, our bodies embracing, and will not be able to hold back the welling, the pool of emotions that run from our faces. Knowing that the backstage is where we are before we exit, that when the audience leaves there will be nothing left but a stage light and our heads back on our bodies, our walking away from on another, our slow close into a more daunting light.