We were attached at the hip— like sisters one could say. We did everything together. We would skip around the playground and laugh as we went down the big red slide, side by side. We made music videos thinking our dancing was good and had multiple sleepovers in a row, staying up until the bags were so big under our eyes that we had no choice but to close them. But then one day you stopped coming. You stopped responding and I became nothing but a memory that floated away into the clouds like ashes in the wind.