Elegy Mourning the Things We Cannot Do for Each Other

Here's some of the last poetry I wrote in college.

Here’s mourning all the time I spent on you,
and here’s me laying all my love to rest.
So rest in peace, all feelings misconstrued—
you simply couldn’t stand up to time’s test.
I’ll bury all attempts to be your friend.
I’ll stick them in a silk-lined pinewood box.
I’ll bring my foolish efforts to an end;
I’ll stab them, give them plague or deadly pox.
I’m sorry that your life is sad and bleak,
I’m sorry for the thoughts inside your head.
I know my feelings won’t be what you seek—
I hope this time they’re well and truly dead.
Each time our friendship is resurrected,
it takes more from me than I expected.