I will remember you.

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 chumhood 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.’