It’s always sad to see a dear colleague leave. Here’s an ode from the stationary stationery on the departure of their transient owners. Dedicated to Nidhi Vikram Choudhury.
Empty chairs and empty desks
Light and free, yet heavy with gloom
O’ the irony of not bearing any bloom
Do I miss you, or do I miss the work you dispensed
'Tis only a matter of time, someone new will get commenced
Fickle as ever, cast in stone my owner never shall be
One day, you see, even your body will be emptied and free
Empty chairs and empty desks, emptied of their transient soul
Fill they will, sooner or later, but that’s never been the goal
For there are things that will never be emptied of the loving warmth of your heart of pure gold
The bleeding hearts you left behind, forlorn in remembrance, will never be emptied, they’ll never grow cold
Empty chairs and empty desks
Light and free, yet heavy with gloom
O’ the irony of not bearing any bloom
Do I miss you, or do I miss the work you dispensed
'Tis only a matter of time, someone new will get commenced
Fickle as ever, cast in stone my owner never shall be
One day, you see, even your body will be emptied and free
Empty chairs and empty desks, emptied of their transient soul
Fill they will, sooner or later, but that’s never been the goal
For there are things that will never be emptied of the loving warmth of your heart of pure gold
The bleeding hearts you left behind, forlorn in remembrance, will never be emptied, they’ll never grow cold
