Saranda Dock, Albanian Riviera
At the dock, come one come all
There were ships, some big some small.
Some with stripes and some with flowers
Her ship, his ship, their ship, ours.
Our ship is tiny, not built to last,
Stocked with dreams and memories past.
At one point I believed our ship was a yacht
But soon I learned that you aren’t what I thought.
So now this ship isn’t big enough for two.
This ship has sailed, without you.
From Cameron Godfrey