a postcard from amsterdam

a postcard from amsterdam
medium: watercolour
size: A3

A secret kept even from ourselves:

how bridges are falling

between the imagined word

and the spoken one,

between what I say

and what you actually hear.

If you could slow

time down, perhaps you might even

hear them falling.

Bridges of years our hearts

have signed away to crumble,

collapse down the middle,

leaving behind a gasp of air

between two banks, wide

with unspoken truths,

a thousand pleas for empathy.

New bridges are rising into form,

incompletion, then falling away.

Maybe it is this moment of our lives,

when the bridges left standing

are the ones we miss,

when the ones we did not mean to build

we built from betrayal,

regret, guilt and loss.

- by Cyril Wong