hello ghosts

I release the people I used to love. I release the memories, painful and confusing. I release a past I can't remember and can't stop conjuring, like a television jingle I heard as a child and will never quite express right to find again. Certain only of my uncertain certainty. I release these things and like a bug caught inside and lovingly transported out, they stick to my hands, cling to my arms and fly back in through the open door towards the lights and windows that trapped them before.