She smiled at him when he arrived late one evening, his feet dragging from weariness. She loved him, more than she wanted to let on.
The spark in his eyes when he found a problem only he could fix,
They had been friends for only a little while when she felt her friendship growing into something more.
The greatest man I never knew
Lived just down
the hall
And everyday we said hello
But never touched at all
He
was in his paper
I was in my room
How was I to know he thought
I hung the moon
Her smile. The way her lips moved silently as she read. Perfection and poetry in motion, the example of prime intelligence and good health, not to mention above average looks.
Their quarters were on the same level, in the same wing. They usually walked home together talking over their finds and accomplishments, only to part ways with an affectionate goodnight.
The
greatest man I never knew
Came home late every night
He never
had too much to say
Too much was on his mind
I never really
knew him
And now it seems so sad
Everything he gave to us took
all he had
Then,
she noticed that he was becoming more and more intent on his work,
finding only the barest of minutes to join her for meals. As the
months passed, she saw him even less than that. Finally, she
learned to count herself lucky if she caught a glimpse him at all
during the week Then
the days turned into years
And the memories to black and white
He
grew cold like an old winter wind
Blowing across my life
Her
contract with the Atlantis Expedition was up, she had been offered
another position but, after considering it for a few weeks, she
decided to go. He saw her walk into the lab and smiled, she always
seemed to brighten his day. They hadn't spoken in weeks, he knew
she had been offered another botanical position on Atlantis. She
smiled back, handed him a plain white envelope with his name in her
distinctive flowing handwriting across the front. It was full of her
friendship and camaraderie he had grown accustomed to over the past
years with her. And, strangely enough, none of the love that he felt
for her. The
greatest words I never heard
I guess I'll never hear
The man I
thought would never die
S'been dead almost a year
He was good
at business
But there was business left to do
He never said he
loved me
Guess he thought I knew
Katie Brown sobbed, clinging to the letter of her dearest friend, Dr. Rodney McKay. It was full of life, things he had accomplished, ideas for the future. Teyla had delivered it, stayed for a few minutes to talk about funeral arrangements, then had gone before Katie could see her tears fall.
Katie berated herself for not telling him of her feelings, her hopes that they were reciperocated were dashed when she had read the letter.