Disclaimer: All the genius for the characters and The Hunger Games universe goes to Suzanne Collins.

Sunset orange and double-knotted laces

Another Everlark Poem From Katniss's POV

(Warning – Mockingjay feels!)

Sunset orange and double-knotted laces.
Yours pops up most when I think of all the faces.

Faces of my friends, faces of my foes,
Faces of the lost ones assault me in droves.

Usually you're here to hold me tight,
And whisper in my ear, "It'll be alright".

But you're gone as the night sinks in.
Gone as I face the demons within.

I see the face of little Rue,
And I wish there was something I could do.

I see that day, the one that we met,
And the look on your face I will never forget.

I see the face of Prim, as well,
Being strong before the Quarter Quell.

I see you smile so wide, your face might break,
And how you stick out your tongue when you ice a cake.

I see my father's face,
And all the steps I wish I could retrace.

I see you handing me a pearl, "For you."
It's all I can do to only say, "Thank you."

Usually you're here and I'd ask you to stay,
To which you'd readily nod and say, "Okay."

You'd crawl next to me and your eyes would glisten,
As you'd say something so quiet, I'd hold my breath and listen.

"Always" you'd say every time without fail.
"Always" I'd hear as I'm met with sleep's veil.

When morning comes and I'd ask how you'd slept,
You'd reply, "Good, except for the dreams I dreamt."

"You should wake me!" I'd say, willing you to hear.
But you'd just look at me and grin from ear to ear.

"What?" I'd ask. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No," you'd say, "You're just so strong."

The words you'd say next will stay with me forever,
As you explain your nightmare endeavor.

"My nightmares are usually about losing you.
And I don't know what I would do if that were true.

So when I wake up, panicked and afraid,
I see you beside me and I know I'm okay."

Sunset orange and double-knotted laces.
Yours pops up the most when I think of all the faces.

I see you tonight, walking through my dreams,
And I can't help but imagine I can hear your screams.

Screams of pain, screams of fear,
And I just want to wake you up and say, "Shhhhh… I'm here."

But you're gone, they took you away.
I just hope I'll see you again one day.

I'll go door to door, wandering the hallways,
Until I open yours and hear you say, "Always."

Sunset orange and double-knotted laces.
Yours hurts the most when I think of all the faces.