As sun rose over the lovers’ bodies, they knew not to open eyes.

They would not face the life waiting before them.

For two weeks, there was never a moment apart.

Now they faced the breadth of the Atlantic.

They had conquered that great distance twice before, but never the Pacific.

And now, they faced both great seas.

Two weeks ago she was sitting next to him; they were dining in a bistro on Front St.

She had the bouillabaisse.

He had the steak.

They laughed and kissed and acknowledged one another.

An acceptance of things unsaid.

Things unsaid but all too understood.