Out Of Office

Today is my last day in the office.
My desk is no longer mine. My opinion is no longer wanted. My services are no longer requested. After three and a half years I’m walking out with... some reflection, some memories, and some stationery.
Now, one of my main raison d’être is no longer. I’m going to have to find a new reason to wake up, a new path to follow, a new way to define myself.
As to what I leave behind, I’ll paraphrase Rupert Brooke:
If I should quit, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of that foreign office
That is forever Seb. There shall be
In that rich corner desk a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom Seb bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, his efforts to love, his ways to roam,
A body of Seb's, breathing Sebby air,
Splashed by his tea, blest by the suns shining out his arse.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by Seb given;
His sights and sounds; dreams happy as his day;
And laughter, learnt of work colleagues; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under a Sebby heaven.