This might be my last year.
This might be my last month.
This might be my last day.
This might be my last hour.
This might be my last moment with you.
This might be my last publishment.
This might be my last poem.
This might be my last writing.
This might be my last title.
This might be my last stanza.
This might be my last sentence.
This might be my last word.
This might be my last sound.
This might be my last breath.
This might be my last time telling you that I love you...