A Thing I Don’t Know

There’s something
I’ll never master,
a technique
that eludes my grasp,
a skill I cannot
cultivate.

Closure is akin,
though even that
eludes,
and closing the door
is the second place
holder in the game.

An embrace
is probably closest
except, perhaps,
for a kiss,
but good byes, you see,
are a thing I don’t know.