Busier than usual,

Staying busy, just staying busy.

If I get busy, maybe (just maybe) the time will go by,

And maybe (just maybe) another day will go by,

And maybe (just maybe) it will be tomorrow again,

And maybe (just maybe), if I keep that up,

It will be another tomorrow.

And if enough tomorrows go by,

I'll get to look at the calendar one evening and say to myself,

"Tomorrow, he comes home."

And then, I'll smile.

Really smile.

Not the smile that I've given out the past few months to concerned family and friends,

But the smile that I thought I had forgotten where I'd placed it.

The smile that I hadn't even bothered to look for.

The smile that brings itself back and reminds me who I am,

A wife who has waited for her husband to return.

A mother who is ready for her son to return.

Tomorrow.