Static by L.S.

you asked me

what color the sky was when we were born

and I said probably blue
even though I knew that wasn’t the answer you wanted

you were silent for a while
so we stared at the clouds because they always seemed to change

and we needed something unfamiliar

I asked you

if we would be different if
we were measured in how long we could hold our breath instead of our conceitedness

you said that I shouldn’t even bother asking that because it would never be the case
which was good
because we couldn’t hold our breath for very long anyways

after that I was silent for a while too
because you knew that wasn’t the answer I wanted either

so we stared at the cracks in the sidewalk because they never seemed to change

And we needed to stay right there for a moment