LA from Space Junk by Sam Lou Talbot

LA

Wanted to be your love. Wanted to be much more. Wanted to be your plaything. Always behind the door. Wanted to be your first point of communication in the morning. Wanted to tell you that I was lying there thinking about you. About you. About you. Oh, about you. Wanted to be the one who’d always look for you. Whether it was rain or shine, love, I would be there. Wondering how I got by so many years without you (by my side). Oh love, I keep it all inside. And you, you’ve got your heart on your sleeve. And that kind of does it for me. Opens me up. Put simply, it’s not rocket science. Rocket science. But I know I can’t have you. It's just a pipe dream. All this dreaming I do. You’re already taken for, if only I’d have met you many years before. We could have been something in another universe. Or maybe we met in a short story you haven’t written yet. But hey, if only I could take your body in the domestic space. I would begin, and love, I could just hold you. Come in from a day at work, and I would hold you. And we’d make it work. Not like work — like love, the best kind of work. It’s all up there. Ready to read in a book that you wrote many years ago. You’re writing the same book, hey, hey, I guess you know. You’re looking for something, something else. Maybe I just could help you along a little. I would wake in the morning, morning / I’d say: My love, how are you feeling? / Did you see the swans? Will you walk with me by The Clyde one night? We’ll both see them, huddled together under moonlight. But it’s not every night. You’ve got to be lucky to catch them. Lucky to catch them. When they hold one another tight under moonlight. And I wish I could kiss you in the morning light. I would whisper something I don’t know yet. A new kind of language that hasn’t been invented yet.

• Alternative
• counterculture
• folk
• indie
• post-punk
• singer-songwriter
• Glasgow