I am a high school student that enjoys writing poetry habitually. I am the editor-in-chief of my high school's literary magazine, which I have been a part of since my freshman year. Poetry is one of life's greatest gifts, and I am glad that I am able to enjoy its depth and sincerity, regardless of whether my own mateiral is of high-quality or not. I wrote this piece with the thought that the objects of our present drive the memorials we hold for the past that we regret or even cherished. As I love to write descriptively about nature, I thought that it would be nice to slightly deviate from that theme to talk about losing something both literally and metaphorically.