Mi Amiga Querida del Alma My Dearest Friend

Written by: Vickie Ortiz Vazquez

Mi Amiga Querida del Alma, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez

Do you know? Do you remember the time and place?
I don’t
I don’t remember time nor place
But it is here today—Thursday, September 19, 2010

I search and search with no luck
The mind as always don’t want to let go of the hidden
No time, no place, yet Puerto Rico for sure
Yes, Puerto Rico
Why? you must ask 
How can it be if you don’t remember time and place?
Simple
Age 15 was went I left
And with me she came

With me she came
I don’t know time nor place
Was it received with joy?
Or
Cast away with shame?
Either way, I just don’t know

I do know about the present
Unbothered, glad by the presence
Others around me, not glad
Better yet, they seem uncomfortable as if it was a drag
I, on the other hand, think of the possibilities
What it stands for

Refer to sometimes as “la tía”
Stop
Let’s be honest
I’m not too fond of “mis tías”
So, why address you by it?
No, no, no
I don’t know time nor place
I do know about the present and “la Tia” just got to go
So many labels, why baptize you with one that brings bother to my skin
Why not give you the proper place within me?

Amiga,
Amiga, 
Yes! Amiga
Wait, don’t come to conclusions yet
Amiga because
Close to me you are
Amiga because 
Apart from me you never are
Amiga because
You know a part of me no one else know
Amiga because 
I am never disappointed by you

The hell with the past
Who cares about place and time?
Come on with the present
Guide my future
Please, don’t disappoint me
For I love your purpose