I wrote this for you Beth.

Missing you.

You left.
The crowds calling for you,
and me watching from a distance
they loved you more than us.

The nasty closed mind
driving you away
love was across the sea
while, ignorance surrounds the air

Now, I am wondering when
hoping it will be soon
and I miss you.
I wish I could see you.

So here I sit,
grasping for images of you on the net
holding onto your voice
coming through your lips to my ears.

Please, play a show somewhere in the Midwest, and I will find a way to get there.