There comes a time, for all it seems
that some things end while others begin.
And it is through this time that all must pass
for time stands still for no one.

And through our lives the turning points come.
Some small and on the surface insignificant,
others monumental in scheme and duration,
but all things pass and weave the fabric of our lives.

In my life I have known the turning points great and small,
The night I sat at the top of the stair
and wept at the birth of my son
for fear that I would be a father ill equipped.

The night I had to break my loves heart
with the news of a second child,
And the subsequent morning after
when I thought that I would finally have her forever.

And other decisions, that at the time
seemed like they would result in nothing.
Agreeing to chaperone a trip for a friend,
the most monumental decision of my life in the end.

And now it seems that another turning point is at hand.
For the one I love has made a move to bond with another.
And while it may seem that his turning point is at hand
It is mine as well, for in the end our lives are entangled through her.

I do not know how all will end,
or where my life will now lead,
but if my place and his were by chance transposed,
I would have taken the path offered.

For now it seems that no path to her is offered me
so through the world I am forced to roam,
that by some chance I might find again
in someone else the love that I have known.

Still I am saddened that she thinks me glad
that he did not willingly accept her offer.
For in my heart I weep for her and know the pain too well,
for long I wrestled with the pain from a love too oft rejected.

Yet perhaps in time this will pass
as one of those decisions
that far from monumental
was not so consequential.