This one was hard. It's personal, it needs some work, and needs critique to make it say what it has to say. Consider it a very rough first draft. i need to have it out there, though...

Lori,
Chord after chord the music wounds you
Quietly, you bleed with every beat and riff
Road trip tributes, romantic ballads
Written to recall
One night stands, twenty-something groupies,
What you thought were old, forgotten flames

Lori,
I wrote this song just for you
But no one would understand
Between now and forever after
A mother needs a lover, too

Lori,
Under bright lights, every stage remains unchanged
You make the all gigs that you can
You applaud; shout cheers, even if tears fall on the way
After all, when the lights go dark
There are bags to pack, bills to pay, small child at hand
Another night, another town, where’s your man?

Lori,
I wish they could hear my song
Maybe then, they all might comprehend
It’s a poem for a woman’s pain,
A heart tuned by guitar strings far too long.

Lori,
You prayed for a promise, married a dream,
Ended up as one more rider with the band
Somewhere around Lubbock, sharps became flats
All you were left with was,
“Hi, I’m the singer’s wife.”

Lori,
I’m sorry it took so long to write this down
But it’s hard to touch someone close to the flame.
You only know me as a gentle face in the dark.
I’ve held your arm, made you smile,
Listened to those problems no one wants to hear
While that damned crowd bought him another round…

Lori…
It’s OK you put your arm around me,
Squeezed back once, just a little
I’m sure someone, somewhere understands.