playing hooky for football

i remember you like fresh sand, like eating glazed strawberry cake on the side walk with my fingers and good conversation...i remember you like the way i remember every word we ever shared and how i pushed you out because you were like that game on sesame street one of these things is not like the others, and you were not like the others, you were one good penny in a jar of silver for selling my soul...i rub the memory of you between my fingers years later, fresh sand, and you always somehow smelled like chocolate chips and a red bandana, you were always the metric system that everyone else fell short of, you were only a girl's dream but it was a good thing, and i know you never knew because i never told you...