I wrote this poem at some point in the past.  When doesn’t really matter. 
Or maybe in some way it does, and that’s why I’m not yet divulging when.

(Therefore?) I Am

If I were an old sage
And knew I’d die tomorrow
What would I say tonight?
Maybe this:

Don’t believe a word of it
Even the most honest and well-intentioned
Is on some level
And perhaps all
A lie

I love you more than you know
And less than you think
Depending on who you are
And how much I’ve had to drink

But I love you all
I’m sure of it
I want to be sure of it
I think