When The World Falls Apart

How it starts:

She stops saying thank you.. 

She asks more and thanks less

Her face shutters closed

And her eyes, once sharpened blades

become dull

I can't tell which makes me more afraid. 

Clipped responses and snapping glances... 

I can never tell what sets it off

If there's some quota I've exhausted. 

But I shuffle along, haunted

By the ghost of what was my life