strange time in my life

Michael didn't sit next to me on the district line but that's okay - the two free seats were apart, and I wanted him to sit down for our long journey.
I wanted to kiss him goodbye as we approached the office but there was no time for that. I dreamt of holding hands in the lift, a little peck on the lips as we left the floor before ours, preparing to say goodbye as we approached our level.
All of my city escapades were eclipsed on sunday when I went for a walk in the country, dragging myself up hills faster than the others, with a two day hangover from what started at the bar downstairs.
We approached the monument, perfectly formed in front of us, and I had a wonderful idea. I saw the steam rising, and I let myself crawl into the middle; curled up inside of it and forgot about commuting, telling lies and office romance - almost - for a second.