A/N: Poem is mine. Very depressing fic.

Broken.

That's what he was. Broken. That's what he'd been for the past year.

Pieces on the floor

He looked at the shattered glass picture frame. It was Teyla, in a beautiful wedding dress. There was the groom, smiling and laughing with her.

Parts of a whole

Then there was John, standing off to the side, jealousy written all over his face. Why had he waited? If he hadn't been a coward, she'd have been his.

Splintered ends

And shattered hands

He looked at the hole he'd just punched in the wall of the bookshelf. He noticed his knuckles bleeding. It hurt, but it didn't take away the sting of pain that a simple picture awoke in him.

He sat there, remembering what Ronon said when he'd gotten angry. You waited too long. Was she supposed to wait for you to wake up and tell her? And it was too late. He'd gone to tell her, but she'd told him of her marriage. He'd run off to beat something up in the gym and found Ronon.

Broken hands

On a broken man

Nursing a broken heart.