Broken Twins (Poem Version?)

I had an idea for a short story about twins who were separated at birth, due to one dying. The one who died sometimes would go check on their living sibling, which leads to unexpected and undesirable results. I wrote it like this just to make sure I keep the idea, and as a sort of draft, I suppose. Feedback highly appreciated.
(The living twin speaks, and then the dead one, if it isn't obvious).