Author's Note: I wrote this for poor, dear, sweet Kutner. A loss to us all. This can be any character you want and in any relationship, don't care. Please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own House or anything to do with it. Sucks, big time

Make It Make Sense

This must be a dream, some sort of nightmare

Tell me this isn't what it seems, put a rest to my fears

Tell me your not really gone

You were always the one who was suppose to stay

You remained when so many others walked away

Remember? You promised you'd be there for me

Now instead of you, it's a casket I see

Why did this happen? Please make it make sense

I remember your grin and your happy smile

I cringe, because I haven't seen it a while

You always laughed the loudest, even through your pain

You always told me there was so much to gain

When, in the past, you were hurt so bad

You never gave in, gave out, or got mad

You faced your fears and made something of yourself

You smiled and pushed through the pain you felt

Your sprit, dear boy, was always so pure

And your heart was steadfast, ever so sure

While others seemed tainted by sorrow and sin

You were always innocent, even in the end

Now, we all weep and mourn your death

We try, so hard, to make it make sense

A beautiful soul is flying away on the wind

And I cry now because I've lost a friend

Maybe now, in heaven, you can finally be free

Safe in God's arms, I'm sure you're happy

Your heart always was like the purest dove

And in your eyes shone a heavenly love

Now, my dove, you can fly so free!
But I still weep to think you'll never fly back to me

Someday, dear heart, I'll be in heaven, too

Until then, I will write this poem for you

In Loving Memory of Lawrence Kutner

1975 – 2009

Came Too Late, Left Too Soon