Bullet Tears

She looked at his crisp uniform

He looked at the sullen sky

Tears had started welling up

When he said that it isn’t a goodbye

He left his harmonica with her

The teary eyes looked at his medal clad chest

She said,” Play one tune when you return,

Just one part if not the rest.”

He heaved a painful sigh

As her eyes spoke of all her fears

No bullets had hit him

As hard as his daughter’s tears