Granite.

My finger traced along the veins
Of the granite table
That separates us.

I wonder if I trace far enough across the table,
Will the faded lines
Bring me closer to you?

Unbeknownst to you as you sit across from me,
My mind is running marathons
From the thoughts of you
To the thoughts of me
With thoughts of us in between.

And as I traced the faded lines,
That led me away from you,
You reached across the table
And intertwined your fingers with mine.