Mi Amiga Querida Del Alma My Dearest Friend

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