This poem is called A Cold Summer.

Reflection:

Trying a new style of poetry, I’ve been thinking to myself a lot. When I write these things, I kind of realize how much I’ve isolated myself during summer. I don’t chat with my friends that often anymore even though I miss them. I should, but I’m not. So this poem kind of explains that feeling. Its style is shorter, which does make it seem all that more bitter, I think it fits. It’s a good style of reflection for me, organizing many complex thoughts into 17 syllables.