I could die tomorrow.

“Well, here goes”
I said, knowing this
Could be
My last chance
To tell you
Or to at least
Make sense
And I know
Somewhere along
The line
The excuses and stories
And memories and reasoning
Blurred and I know
Things are cloudy,
But it's not the details
That matter
Just the principal

This may not be my last
Or even my twentieth chance
Until then
But in reality
I'd rather
Not take
The risk
I just know
My dear
That while
You may not remember
The exact phrase I traced
Along your spine
I know
You'll remember
my touch