He's gone.

The baker's son that took a beating to save my life;

The blonde headed boy who stood by my side;

The man who was to be my husband, and I his wife;

The Peeta who loved me, even after I lied.

He's gone.

The lad that was reaped as a teen;

The merchant that was sweet and strong;

The popular one, who was seen as a stud;

He lost his leg after my attempt at treatment went wrong.

He's gone.

He went to the arena twice;

Both times, he looked death in the face;

He was prepared to be a sacrifice;

He was my rock in that terrible place.

He's gone.

The guy that I was so scared to lose;

And when I did, I died inside;

I had some hope until he gave me a bruise;

Now I'd give anything for the Peeta in his prime.

He's gone.

I want him back;

I don't want to be alone.

They took him, decided to hurt him, hijack;

Make him serve the man with the roses and throne.