I am an artist. I have to preserve an artist, the testament to an artist, the intellect of an artist, and why I'm a journalist. Two hearts. One mind. One chance to make things right. Even when my eyes are dry, I still wish you were by my side. I'll plant violets in the late springtime. I'll go out for all the words I could never find. For you in the starlight, in the twilight. I know you're there. We'll win the fight. Rebuild. Rewind. One wish on this quiet night. I will rise to a different sky. Pace my steps, but I'm terrified. Passing quietly by the fireside. I will memorize the stars and say goodbye to you. Come haunt me. Remind me how you spoke my name in words I'll never find again. I'll plant violets in the late springtime. I'll go out for all the words I could never find. For you in the starlight, in the twilight. I know you're there. We'll win the fight.