Another Day
Scully POV

I would remember the day I lost the conventional dream.
My aura reinventing itself
pouring ruby red into the waiting cup of forgetting to remember.

putting pen to paper for the third time.

waiting for another day
where I would wake up
and find myself sleeping soundly in your arms.

The world would have collapsed outside,
fire having forgotten that it burns.
water having forgotten that it drowns
land having forgotten that it shakes

but you would tell me that it would be all right.