When we take off our heads you will be the first one to grab your ears and lift the frame of your head off of your spine. And you will hold the remainders in your hands and the mouth that is yours, the mouth I am watching, it will ask me is that funny and I will not know how to respond. Because in the end, when the grass is moving in wind, the trees their leaves undone, I will smile and say yes because the look of pride on your face, the head held down in the crook of your arm, it is overwhelming. You are, as I have found back when we started and still up to now, the most overwhelming part of me. A tiny word from you like yes or no is a shatter, an earthquake, and it is as if my head is gone off my shoulders just like yours. Me a body with no sight, no way to sound this yearning. You, teaching me how to live, headless, through these days.