There's only three things I need to say.

1. The poems are set at the end of role model.

2. The characters are not mine so don't sue.

3. Be nice.

(House's POV)

I left her standing.

Or it would have be more fitting.

But I'm standing here,

And my hand is aching with regret.

Missing a touch of a friend, a future lover,

Or maybe just a touch.

My heart aches, my soul cries.

And I sit. My piano, my instrument of choice,

in no way can express, this feeling.

So I sit. In silence.

(Cameron's POV)

As I walk out,

I think back and wonder why I walked in,

The pain behind his eyes,

Seas of torment trying to escape.

I could get lost, drowned on the rocky shores of that pain

But this urge, to push off and save that twisted soul

For the skip of my heart his touch brings,

How cliché, the truth?

I don't know,

I need him.

My heartaches become lost to that need

For even an echo of what I feel to darken his eyes.

I'll just close mine,

In this apartment, occupant: 1