4 Days To Go

As butterflies attempt to make their way up my esophagus

I suppress their flutters

As tension begins to build in the form of condensation within my eyes 

I refuse to let it precipate

No time for butterflies, angst, anxiety or uncertainty

It’s time to go

Say Goodbye, Adios, au revior, arrivederci, ciao, bye bye

To the U.S.A


Hello, hola, good day

To the U.K.