Spritfilled, there's no cure. Time and booking again ease the pain. I got off of Pride in February, and I'm not only aching for the ship and the ports, I miss California, as well.
The best feeling to describe it is the day after your wedding, after you've planned and prepared for a year. Suddenly, it's over.
In my earlier post I neglected to mention, it doesn't help matters that they bungee every single lounge chair up the night before debarkation. The only chairs left are the stiff lido chairs and sitting on the pool ledge. And the pools are drained and netted off. How much more depressing can it get?