I Will Remember You Kaori Maeda
Casting cheeky glances at a newspaper held in your wrinkled hands, I asked, ‘Do you know what time the game’s on tonight?’ That’s how our chum-hood first kicked off. I would go to the pub to hear your wheezing laugh, to have a chin-wag just about anything that kept us two as laughing drunks. I miss your pink kissable cheek, your big smile showing the gap in between your front teeth. I raise my glass to you, ‘Cheers.’
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