Morgan and me

I’ve descended millions of stairs giving you my arm,
not of course because four eyes see better.
I went downstairs with you because I knew
the only real eyes, however darkened,
belonged to you.
—E. Montale

Morgan is my soul. I feel that I could accept the idea to let him go away from our home, if it would make him happier than now.
Morgan is a free spirit and his eyes say me everyday that, with his mind and with his heart, he is always a little bit far from the point were I’m able to touch him.