Bookends (for Gil)

I had heard 
once that the 
reason why you 
ever fell in 
love with someone 
is precisely why 
you despise them 
at the end 
I guess that 
it’s true then 
that most relationships 
are simply bookends 
keeping the volumes 
of adventure and 
of self help 
and of humor
all neatly together 
once read and 
then always forgotten 
to gather dust