Four Paper Bags

The penguin bled on screen,
It prompted me to call her.
Now I wish I’d seen
That would make me whither.
It’s strange how all that time can fit
In four paper bags.
All those things she left behind
You now regard as rags.
Remnants of a love that’s died
Along with all those plans.
Now you hold a life that’s passed
In just your hands.
One bulb lights the whole room,
Faint shadows start to flicker.
The wall stares… You assume
You will never see her.
It’s strange how all that time can fit
In four paper bags.
All those things she left behind
You now regard as rags.
Remnants of a love that’s died
Along with all those plans.
Now you hold a life that’s passed
In just your hands.