nudge of soul

i remember my mother once told me that when you’re laying down, and hear a heartbeat that doesn’t quite match with yours, it was your soulmates heartbeat so intertwined that you can hear it, no matter how far away i didn’t believe her i knew id never find love sure, i heard that little pounding my ear drumming in rhythmic patterns once could perceive as love, one could see as life. but i glanced at her anyway i gave her the smile she could only explain as one that cleared story skies. i just wanted to see hers too. she told me these words when i was young, yet i grew up with them we had a connection with words no matter what they meant, we had both felt them. years had past i’m 23 now, driving down the highway past flashing lights, and people in a rush, hoping they aren’t late i hoped i wasn’t late. the hospital was just down that exit. i sped up, as did time. that little pounding slowed down though i never believed it, i felt chills as if that beat was a melancholic string tied to what’s next to come, dragging me with it room 214 held my mom in her hospital bed. through my life of loud sounds, things i could never really silence, i tuned it out. all i wanted to hear, was my moms voice. tears running down my cheeks, ones i felt would never dry, she looked at me with that smile that cleared all harsh weather one tear, the last tear. the beating was gone. i went home that night, with the feeling of nothing, i was numb. i laid in my bed and stared at the wall. that beating was missing. i had remembered what she once told me, turns out a soulmate doesn’t have to be a lover, just two souls destined to be strung together.