From a thread about two friends meeting for the last time:

Dee lit Rick's smoke for him, then lit his own. The Du Mauriers wafted noiselessly for a moment. Dee inhaled, and sighed out smoke, "You know, it's been, what - almost FIFTEEN YEARS already? Where does the time go...I'm sorry it's taken me so long for us to get together".

Rick's cigarette glowed red against the midnight backdrop but gave no response. It really had been some time since the two had been together. Since their days of young men, Dee had gone on, moved away and gotten married and every stereotypical thing that comes with it - mortgage, kids, a minivan...Rick stayed behind, close to where he grew up. Neither could be faulted for what happened. Life moved, and continues to move on for everybody, including Rick and Dee.

Waiting for a response, but not getting one, Dee spoke up again,"Y'know, I know better than to think you hold it against me, but sometimes I can't help but feel you think that I've moved on and forgotten about you. I wish you'd know how often I think about our post-college, cross-country drive, randomly picking a place to live and finding a brother of a friend - completely by chance, mind you - who needed a roommate or two!"

Dee paused, brushed away a tear, took another drag and continued, "It really was such a stroke of luck that we even met, became friends, and then the brother I never had. Your death left such a yawning chasm in my soul that..." Dee trailed off and stayed silent. Rick's smoke had burned out quickly on his headstone, leaving the majority untouched - a sad but fitting parallel to his short life, Dee thought.

"I can't do this again, Rick. Seeing you here...I thought that if enough time passed that it'd be easier, but..."

Dee dragged the remnants of his smoke and stubbed out the rest on the ground. "I wish you were still around. So long, dear friend. I can't come back. It's just too much..."

Dee paused, sighed with a heavy heart, and slowly headed towards the graveyard's exit.