The Old Road to Paradise/In an Office Building
IN AN OFFICE BUILDING
I went down the old passage Between the lighted doors To your lighted door, Knowing that I should find you there, Find your swift smile and quickened words, Comfort and welcome there, Guardianship and greeting, As it has always been, As it shall always be.
And suddenly As my hand touched the door, I knew, Knowing you quick and warm And waiting me That I should dream, some far-off night from this Of coming down this passageway to you Between the lighted doors To your lighted door Knowing that I should find you there, And opening, find An empty frightening place And you away, And wake Remembering you were dead.