The tipping point

When the shadows have vanished,
And the sun is out again,
When memories have faded
And we are on even ground,
When heads turn back
And try to find
Where the fabric gave way,
Where the skies turned
From soothing blue to an indifferent grey,
When lines were drawn,
When smiles morphed into blank sheets,
When silence became the all-pervasive ether
In our world,
Would we be able to point the moment in time
When the door came off the hinge?