He is Her

A hair's breadth.
That's all that separates them. Unseen, except on occasion through the slight subliminal window of dream, he is there. A parallel of her, her future and past, her always.
A wiser version. He walks with her. Cries tears that are her tears. Feels the pain, the fear, the love she feels.
They grow together, silent partners in life.
Perhaps one day they will meet.
All she need do is look up.