It's Time

It’s Time

I can feel the cold –

The cold, sweet sensation

Slipping down

Down from my tongue,

Down passed my palate,

Sliding gently down my throat.

It has not happened.

Not really.

Not yet.

But I can imagine.

I imagine it, as if

It’s happening at this very moment.

I can taste the chill.

The thought creates a want –

A desire.

Only one thing can

Quench it.

I know.

I know it’s time.

Time to reach.

I reach out –

I touch it.

I grab it –

The cold, sweet ice cream!