A somewhat random thought I once had.
Foolish to linger. There is a balance to the delight. You both played your parts. Often it is manifest in fleeting affection. The curtain fell long ago. Tis better to remain oblivious to the likelihood that your world will be pulled asunder. You wanted to take a bow. Giving the heart ample opportunity to cling to her. But some honest critique of your performance, will find it lacking. When the news comes you can caress the devastation. Rendering the silence on the stage you once shared, maddening.