She was wearing Stella McCartney,
but there was something in the way she moved,
and I knew that,
though I’d been away so long
I hardly knew the place,
I would be sleeping like a log.
and so are you,
I smiled reassuringly,
but do you think that money is heaven sent?
Living is easy with eyes closed,
but man, I had a dreadful flight,
and now today I find that you have changed your mind.
You made a fool of everyone,
I blurted out.
Does this mean you don’t love me any more?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
You are misunderstanding all you see,
sleep pretty darling, do not cry,
for with every mistake we must surely be learning.
We are all lonely people,
where do we come from?
Can we work it out?
A noise came from behind,
but to keep my mind from wandering
I sat on her rug, biding my time,
for all we need is love.
(Linking back to The Poetry Bus, where the challenge this week involved reference to the two ‘Stellas’, but I know nothing of the other so was left only with McCartney)