The little lie...she told...

They stood close together...off to one side... talking ...

plotting their new course... 

He asked.... 'Are you sure you will be ok when... the bell rings...?'

his voice was filled with concern...his brown eyes sought hers out...as was his habit...

She felt her heart drop uncomfortably to the pit of her stomach...
at his question... as the little lie left her lips...

'Yes, i am sure...' she smiled too...for good measure...

 a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes...

because... they had become moist...damn !

There was a cool breeze on that late Summers morning...

and a weak watered-down kind of sunshine surrounded them...

She couldn't help but notice...the halo it caused...

as the hairs on his head were stirred to life...

candescent strands floated up... and then... came to rest again...

her photographer's eye noticed...all of this...as was her habit...

Listening with her heart...

She heard what he did not say... 'I am not ready yet Mommy...'

So she stood...

 where she always stands...

I have time... and it belongs to you...

Count On Me song by Bruno Mars