Barrack Obama had just been elected President. And me, I'd just given what I thought to be the last measure of devotion to a love affair doomed from the even it's very beginnings. One of us was still lying and hiding openly in shadows and the other was wanting to believe every lie that fell upon his ears.
Driving all day and into the night, I arrived to a scene of heartbreak... Gone was the beloved one.
And as I peered through the windows of that house of dreams and illusions, only the dim light from the refrigerator door confessed any evidence that I had once been there.
Later that night, as I lay awake in a strange bed in a lonely hotel room, I wondered what would become of someone like me who had trusted and loved so completely another, that I'd lost myself.
Then came the morrow...
"Fear Eats the Soul"
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