Soul mates do not simply come and go.
*If* they *ever* come, they do it with stealth. Their feet quieted in sneakers or wrapped in the softest deer hide moccasins. Their breath stilled to a whisper and their heartbeat at one with yours.
If they leave, they are accompanied by blood and gore. Red arteries, white nerves and raw muscle tissue pulled from bone.
There will be noise as well. The beating of your heart as it readies for explosion and the wailing of your mind as it thinks it is about to die.
