I remember spring in Port Alberni
all the green, emerging at once
through the rain, I used to love the rain,
With colour sparkling here and there
I remember it used to make me smile
now, it hurts to think about
and those warm rainy days
are replaced by dryness
... and emptiness
I remember, but I want to forget
I remember friends in Port Alberni
the ones that I want back so bad
Sometimes I wake up and think they're still near
Sometimes I forget that its now, not then
I remember spring in Port Alberni
I want it back so bad
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* written on a hot summer day, when I was just missing home.
