Maybe we should keep the doors open.

Maybe then,
The night won't seem as fearful.
The dusks.
The dawns.

Maybe,
There's really nothing to fear;
The sinister ones seek closed quarters.

If we opened our palms just a little,
They'd run

And scatter.

We should keep the cocoon
A little more broken.

Find that they
May rest their wings.

Every morning
I swirl the letters in my cup of coffee
Every afternoon
I whisper the syllables to the gentle breeze
Every evening
I etch it as a constellation in the starry sky
Every night
I dream of the name dancing in my mind
Every day, every time
**"Alfonso"

everyone I meet has
some variation of your
name wound in with
their own, their initials
match up, sometimes I
see you in the bookstore
and barely begin to stand
before I realize you don't
even wear those glasses
anymore, your hair
isn't even brown, you
are probably taller
your skin is probably
different, your fingers
have probably
touched
others.

Eyes of fear,
Mouth of shock
Because I never saw it coming.
To the arena I return again,
My darkest horror already starting.
To my left,
I turn to see my mother,
Trying not to sob,
As I rethink the memories
I always had during summers
At the Hob.
Eyes wet,
Arms tired,
Barging through the door,
While picturing the future
And all the madness that's in store.
Gale and Prim,
My only treasures,
Are soon to say goodbye.
For this year in the Quarter Quell,
No more will there be a tie.
I'm deep in thought
As I review the words
For my last farewell,
When I realize a secret for Haymitch
That I can't wait to tell.
To protect Peeta
In this terrifying Quell
Is my one and only goal,
For I want him to come back to it
And live peacefully
In this district of coal.

To be strong is what I think of
While under the stars I lay.

To be strong
The only solution
For I am the Mockingjay.