A cozy place for a nap.
A quiet place for staring out the window.
A private place for reading web comics.
A carefree refuge from the rigors of organization and cleanliness.
You were always so strong: holding up the crap I hung on your walls; supporting the inordinately large piles of leaking UPS batteries on your floor. You were always so accommodating: welcoming myriad flies into your fluorescent light fixtures; your door closer never quite pulling the door fully closed.
Just remember that you will always be with me in spirit, old office. And a part of me will always be with you. At least until they clean behind the file cabinet.