We launched ourselves onto this river,

Beneath an umbrella made for two,

In that year long Irish rain.

We eloped and swore some oaths;

To treat each other to love and respect,

The bond never (so I thought) to sever.

We catalogued moments in time,

Bold and otherwise, in picture frames

From bow to stern, and back again.

I got back to land by determination

Alone, the ghosts of our used-to-bes

Echo in photography, from port to starboard.

Just me, and me

On a river boat,

With a room to rent.