Girl From Switzerland

At the dinner party everyone Held a glass of champagne or White wine in their hand. All in a row, the big guys came up To shake my hand and greet me. Some came to hear about my experiences, How I came out alive From the troglodyte's den. Some came to get my autograph, Some to look at me with wide-eyes admiration, Some to kiss, some to offer flowers. In the midst of all this A girl with golden hair came up. Not extending her hand. Not wanting to hear my sad stories, She said she had come Just to weep with me for awhile. And I felt that the entire Bramhaputra Was rising in my eyes, eroding The embankment of my heart. I. from the east, and she, from the west, had pains that were equally deep. I was dark, she a rosy white, But our sorrows were equally blue. Before we wept we did not have to Hear about each others experiences. We knew them too well.