Conceived together: Birth of one

How bound we were with a love in an imperfect infinity,
You held me tight and I embraced your heart with my hands.
But don’t I wish that I held you tighter and harder?
Our love was outwardly and angelic.
And did I not desire to feel your hand in my hand?
And your eyes staring in mine?
Your birth with my birth?
To feel our smiles, and our sadness.
Together?
For I desire to see you with my eyes now,
But my desire was limited.
Nine months with you together,
My brother.
Were the only altogether.
Were we not conceived together, so we were to live together?
Forever?
But am I not special?
For I lived with you when no one else did?
But now I live herein melancholy,
Wishing I was to not come in life,
Crying not for to live.
But crying to live with you my love.
Oh, how angelic were you not?
But our hearts beat together when I never knew,
The rhythm was the most beautiful ever heard.
And you were grieved but I was celebrated.
But I mourn me and cherish the womb.
For I wish I stayed with you,
Unborn was my contentment.
Question my existence,
Why desire someone never seen, never heard, never felt.
For my desire is not someone never lived.
But a brother I saw, heard, and felt.