Before We First Met…

I’m reblogging this post of mine because of tonight’s episode of How I Met Your Mother. It’s probably one of the narratives that I’ve written that I’ve enjoyed.

The fact that “La Vie En Rose” is played during the episode brought out the romantic in me. For lack of a better phrase, I “lost my shit” upon hearing this ukulele rendition on a show that I’ve loved these past years.

Welcome back, and enjoy!

Christopher S. Malone

I wrote this poem upon hearing this song, and keeping in mind the piece of flash fiction that was written the other day. That’s about it.  It’s a happy completion of my self-imposed 31-Day Challenge.  Enjoy.

Before we first met, before I first fell for you,

lamp light had paved the way along

the river walk, guiding me safely

home–which should not come as a surprise

–since this was the typical route.  My pockets

sheltered prudent hands, chapped

from the settling autumn, my feet

shattered rusted leaves with each step,

tip-toe across the cobbled streets, avoiding

cracks the best as one can–

a game I like to play from time to time.  The opposing

flickering lamps along the footpath promenaded

as the music and commotion drew near.  The bakery,

the apparel shops, the tourist nooks had retired

for the evening.  The moon cascaded atmosphere,

as it reflected upon the water…

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