Well, well, well. I told you I'd be back. I wrote a poem this time! ::gasp!:: Yes, I am an Alyn of many talents. Title: All of You Author: Well, duh. For you dense ones, ALYN! Email: alynator@inorbit.com Rating: Hmm...G works for me! Discaimer: Yep. They aren't mine. So what? I'll return them in one piece. Dun worry CC and you peeps at 1013. You'll get em'back--after I'm done with em'! This is a post-Requim 'thing'. Scully remembers Mulder. I know, I know, it's short. Give me time, I'm writing a fluffy novel at the moment. KEEP YER PANTS ON! Thanks to all of you for the great response to my other fic!-Alyn ANGST AHOY!
All of You
© Alyn Griffin

Your voice...
it soothes me.
Your eyes...
they embrace me.
Your touch...
it decieves me.
Your kiss...
it entraps me.
Your love...
it keeps me sane.
Your pain...
it kills me.
Your voice...
now distant.
Your eyes...
now closed.
Your touch...
now gone.
Your kiss...
a memory.
Your love...
a dream.
My heart...
in pieces.
My soul...
Now empty.


Closing the small notebook, Dana Scully gazed upward to the heavens. "I'm going to find you, Mulder. I promise." With that she stood, gently dusting off her cream-coloured skirt. Ignoring the throbbing in her head,she lovingly patted her now rotund girth. "Don't wory," she cooed to her yet unborn child, "we'll find Daddy." With a sigh, she started for home.


Did it suck? Was it good? Anyhow, this was a quick, 12-PM-and-high-of-caffiene thing. Later mah people! ::waves::
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