Perfectly Puzzled

The picture on the wall shows people leaping
From the cliffs into the waters far below
She hopes to stay wrapped in his arms till morning
But fears the clock hands move round far too slow

He hears her call his name from through the doorway
Where he finds boxes scattered on the floor
He sees her head and shoulder weeping in the first one
He is afraid to look in any more

The back stairs appear to lead upwards to nowhere
The main staircase is well lit and very wide
When he gets to the very top he still is puzzled
He knows his room is on the other side

The bottles on the shelf are almost empty
He has no desire to sample them again
He wonders what effect they have upon his memories
He forgets to pour the contents down the drain