Dear Kutner,

--

Why did you leave,

When you could have stayed,

And taken care of your pain,

In a different way.

--

The office is pale,

So bland and quite blank,

Without you here,

The whole place has sank.

--

Thirteen is crying,

Foreman is stiff,

Taub is so busy,

So that he won't notice the itch.

--

House limps around,

Pops pills without stall,

He will not talk to patients,

No more, not at all.

--

It seems the whole world,

Is aware of your death,

Like the world stopped breathing,

At your final breath.

--

Why did you go,

And put a gun to your head,

We all are not living,

As you remain dead.

Lawrence Kutner

1975 - 2009

Why didn't you fly?

AN: I was crying when Kutner... yeah.

I luffed him.

;--;

Disclaimer: Not mine.