sandals.
sent with a sealed kiss
from a far away land-
sandals.
whose leather still smells
like the room at Hotel Del Ville
where they kissed for the last time-
sandals.
left in an empty room
for days
for weeks
for years
waiting for salvation
that is a dead heart-
sandals.
that will never be worn again
for their owner drowned in the
open sea of her own tears-
-Garia August
