En Duelo

Things are have not been the way they were.  Or maybe I am not the way I was. "You are "en duelo" says Michael. I think about what he says.  I guess I never thought I was in mourning, but I guess I am.  In little ways.  At night when I am out, I always look at my cell to see what time it is.  I get this nagging feeling that I need to get home to walk Roxie.  Or when I get out of bed I still find myself stepping around her, only there is no her. I need to take my mind off of this.  So I join the

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