I Search

I search for a word,
but it has been taken.
Why do I look
when my hearts broken?

Alas, he sits,
with a chagrined grin,
"What's going on,
with my thoughts, thin?

Is this a piece of
the grieving process?
If it's not,
then, I am a mess.

I don't want to be,
with anyone now,
as memories are raw,
or I just don't know how.