This is not my last poem. For verification, ask my wife.
I wrote these lines last, although I conceived them first.
Then I went ahead, wrote another poem,
and came back to finish this.

I am still alive. Typing— can’t you hear?
Technically, this can still be my last line in my last poem.
The debate will be sealed when all the facts are known.
I may not be there for that discussion.

I won’t be there for every discussion that ensues.
If forensics show this to be indeed my last, please know:

1- I did not believe that at the time.
2- I had no urgent message to communicate.
3- Like you, I have regrets, unfinished projects,
unfulfilled desires. I am not satisfied.
4- I fell short: expected to be better, stronger,
higher, more joyful, richer and … You got the point.

To end the poem, I understand all of this is temporary.
But again I may be wrong.