Summary: Scully analyzes Mulder's compulsion, and inadvertently gets caught up in a compulsion of her own.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: No names are mentioned, but just to be on the safe side: This poem is original and belongs to me, however, unfortunately, Mulder and Scully do not.
He looks at me while I speak
But his eyes are quizzical
I sense he does not understand
He laughs when I say something comical
But only if I laugh first
I am articulate
But he is more so
He has a habit of breaking down what you say
In his mind
And asking himself analytical questions
It takes him too long
He gets lost in my words
Analysis is a compulsion for him
I am not certain
But I believe that I am analyzing his compulsion
In my mind
While he speaks
And I get lost in his words