Living in the shadow (requiem)

Merry we met,
Weeping we parted.
Little Have I spoken,
From my broken heart.

Little have I talked,
Less I have written.
What I have done,
Will soon be smitten.

I lived as him.
I wanted to live both our lives.
Now I don't know myself,
And have filled so many hearts with knives.

The thing I wanted the most,
Was to have wings,
Like he does.
I was never given such things.

I will take my  leave with this,
Never to write again.
For these are my last feelings,
These are my last words.
"Sleep well beloved brother,
And fly like the birds.
You would have loved her,
But I couldn't keep your love."