one last dance?

i realize

that i may never have 

to refill

this black stapler

with staples.

when was the last time

i held

two sheets of paper

together

and punched

the stapler down?

i can't remember.

nor will i ever have

to buy another

bottle

of hot sauce.

i think it was years

ago

when i shook the red

bottle and

let out a few drops

of sauce

onto an oyster.

and these boxes of

vinyl records

from the sixties

and seventies, i believe

they'll never again

spin around and around,

and make

me happy

with those lovely

old sounds.