Stopping Clocks

When you died
He reached into the
Grandfather clock
That was in your living room
And reached out
For the pendulum.
He wanted to stop time for you.

And I said to him,
Trying to ease his hurt,
That you were a lady
And a lady always knows
When to go.

And he looked up at me
Taking his hands away
From his face
For the first time
In an hour?

And I could see you in his eyes.

And then he smiled
For the first time
In days?

And in a voice of broken glass
And twisted metal
He said, "You really should
stop quoting films?"

I couldn't tell him
That ever since you died?
I had run out of things to say.