Yes, i’d been frightened and appalled at what it could actually mean,
but neglected to see that it would be the same regardless.
There seemed no need for facts, but inconclusion now a stubborn block,
the moment shelved, yet too easily can a reminder surface.
I’d opted out, but underestimated the persistence of ghosts.
Now i know nothing, act upon nothing,
and am praying for a lead, a lead, a lead.
I neglected to see that it could mean the same eventually.