'92 in Haiku

I asked Willowgreen
to pick a year for this post.
She picked 92.

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I was twenty two.
Head messed up over college
and three different men.

Friend getting married.
Mark wasn't talking to me.
Boyfriend wouldn't change.

I'd graduated.
I reached my goal, the degree,
and I was back home.

I planned all my life
to get that degree; never
planning for after.

I felt so empty.
A good career? The right man?
What would complete me?

No job and no plan.
Exhausted. Parents fighting.
I wanted escape.

I packed up and moved
to the edge of the Midwest
with my then boyfriend.

Nine months together:
a studio apartment
and twin bed for two.

I did some temp work,
took long walks alone at dusk,
called Mark from pay phones.

Nine months together:
Boyfriend and I were finished.
I flew to Mark's arms.

Still always thinking:
if only Boyfriend would change,
life would be perfect.

In a new city,
thousands of miles from my home,
I started anew.

Two hundred dollars,
no job and no place to live,
my friends carried me.

I found more temp work
(soon a job with benefits)
and a room for rent.

Spent time campaigning:
A different Clinton against
a different George Bush.

Ended ninety two
in a very different place
and in the same place.

In a new city,
thousands of miles from my home:
quite a different place.

What would complete me?
Three men and no career plan.
My mind hadn't moved.

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