The Tables Are Set

I’m not ready for the end yet,
But it seems the tables are set.
I don’t want to say that final word
And see your back forever turned.
It seems the end is near
Which means so is my tear.
I won’t let myself cry
I can’t say goodbye.
My eye has begun to leak
And we haven’t begun to speak.
Have you even thought about it?
Do you have any idea about it?
Are we going to keep trying?
Or just let it keep dying?
I don’t want to let it pass
Like the wind through grass.