Does the poetry grab your heart too?

I continued my xmas card writing today and came across a name that hadn’t entered my thoughts for months. And I couldn’t help but remember.

We were standing together in a coffeehouse. At the counter. A brillant summer day. It was before he explained why it wasn’t going to work out. It was before I stood up at 3 am and walked out into the summer night. At the coffeehouse, he bought his own cup of coffee and me a bottle of water. Even though it was summer, he wrapped his hands around the cup, drinking the soothing brown liquid down. Black, straight, without sugar or milk.

He had smiled at me and I smiled at him back. The sun was bright and we took a walk for three hours. Untouched, unbroken.