The Skylar Paradox

[frosty sail]

There we stand.
In front of
The new grave.
'Skylar Hughes',
That's the name
Etched on it.

One of us,
A kid with
A backpack.
'Skylar Hughes',
That's the name
Etched on it.

The other,
A woman
With a coat.
'Skylar Hughes',
That's the name
Etched on it.

They had the
Same brunette
Hair, same eye
Color, even the
Same face, down
To the mole.

The cold air
Slipping by
The hairs on
Their white necks
Held a charge
Of unease.

"So, what do we do now?"
Asks the young, impressionable
Skylar Hughes. "I don't know."
The older, smarter Mrs. Hughes
Says, bewildered beyond belief.

POP!

They turned around to look back.
Their ticket home had closed shut.
The two were stuck,
One from the past,
The other from the future,
in a present time where Skylar was dead.

[foggy raptor]

Wow... this actually hit home. You're very talented, please write more

You have potential, brother

[frosty sail]

Thx. I've written more on here, but this is the first that I written about something philosophical as a narrative piece.

[foggy raptor]

Yeah... my girlfriend is actually named Skylar, plus someone that used to be in my life is also called Skylar, so that name really means a lot to me.

[frosty sail]

Wait, really? What a funny coincidence. Would be even funnier if one of them had the last name 'Hughes'.

[foggy raptor]

Unfortunately, no. But the other Skylar's surname did begin with a "H" 😬

And yeah, I think this poem was meant for me, beautifully written

[frosty sail]

Thx.